Tuesday, March 29, 2011


I told the truth
to everyone.
It was easier than I thought it'd be.

Right now three people sit in the front of my life:

A writer who stays up and helps me fix my bike.
The boy whose cells and magic spells, my kryptonite, my old soul mate.
The laugh that makes the months in between disappear.

But there is still someone I can picture standing the A-field in the sun, that I remember dancing with in a crowded room, and he is good, too.

I decided to be reborn, and well, I am aging quickly, and honesty is my baby steps.

My cat is lovely and precious, honest.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

You're Eating My Heart Away

All the guys I go out with inevitably end up dating women they at one point or another told me they didn't think much of, when we were dating. Either I am getting lied to, or after me, even these shitty women seem like a good idea.

I don't know which one I prefer.

This has happened now I total of 4 times. It's weird, and I don't like it at all.

There is a guy I know whose cells are magic spells and he's the only guy that has never once made me feel bad about myself or unworthy of anything. It is breaking my heart in half to see him in such a state.

I have a lot to read tomorrow.

This week is going to be busy. I think I'll enjoy it, though.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Night-time, Imitation of Life, Lee Pace, Heartbreak

I put on my old man pants, some really cute kitten heels, a t-shirt, my mustard yellow cardigan, and my old nasty blue leather jacket.

I rode my bike to the movies. I saw a movie I did not have high hopes for, but was actually pretty good. I cried.

I came home to heaviness.

I resigned to sleep.

I failed.

I decided to look at Lee Pace (because he is pretty, and talented.)

I planned a grand gesture.

I am going to wear my old man pants tomorrow. They're hella comfortable.

My next tattoo will be "imitation of life" but I don't know where.

Tell me.