Do I need to have a reason?

What do I do now?

I'm going to outdo myself this time.

Rain falls harder against your face when there is noone around to watch. Time flies slower in its pace when there is no one around to hear it. And I miss you less and less the more you are not around.

Has anybody ever told you that "time heals all wounds"? Well, maybe then, tears soothe all wounds. Time heals, tears soothe.

So don't fuckin' tell me not to cry. There's nothing wrong with me crying.

Sometimes, I hate that you read my blog. I wonder what I would write about if you weren't snooping around here...no offence.

But why were you mean to me yesterday?

Time.
Tears.

The next step is pizza.
Pizza celebrates.
Or maybe broccoli.

I need my strength.


I can't fight this alone. And I don't care if you won't help me. I have my memories to keep me company...for now. But time pulls them from me, and my tears help me forget.

I need a new outlook.
But, it's almost as though having a life is forbidden here.
University is a hellish place with no love.

I hate it.

And you won't run away with me.
Will you?

Love is an Ocean

I don't care if I wrote this because I thought I should.


I am fucking hungry. I am bored.

I have nothing else to do.

I am a crazy psychotic bitch.

So suck on that. Before I do.


Tired of singing the song of the ocean of
love. Tired of sensing that terrible sense of love.

Tired of zeebras.
And seals.
And goats.

Gimme a rainbow <3 :)

i've got the itch

i have class in like two minutes.
sheryl is being a bitch.
bit still i've got the itch.

fuck you all and your monotone hearts.

this biznatch owns you.

fuck itt.

it isn't over just because you start doing something else.
grow a brain.

it's eight in the morning and all i can see is bluejays outside of my window.

yesterday, you wrote me.
your heart poured out.
today, all i have is bluejays.
the forgotten memories remembered only for an instant.

i blog better when i am half asleep.

i wonder what i would blog like drunk.

i don't care.
except that i'll never find out.

why is it that what i want is nothing more than a bluejay?
caught on the other side of the glass.
why is it that all that i need is some sweet music
and all i've got is silence?

where are you now?

i have a heavy drum beating inside of my ears. some might call it heart. others heartbeat. but me? i call it a pounding. my ears are ringing from the quiet. they are thirsty. they long to hear your voice.

last night i dreamed of you.
that's probably as close as we will ever get:

sitting on opposite ends of a white table.

god, why won't the ringing stop?

how can you call it poetry?

I
have never
Stepped outside
In the Rain

I have never gone to far without shoes.
I have never made it too long without your face.

I really need a bath.

It's getting to the point where all I've got is nothing.
Nothing to hope for .
Nothing to want.

I used to want.
And then I lost.

You know how people say you "don't know what you have until it's gone"?

Well, I think that's bullshit.
I think you don't know what you've got until it's yours.
And then you've got nothing left to wonder about.


Sweet rain.
I need a bath.
Caught in my memories.

Sweet rain.

maybe

maybe i just need you a little bit more
than either one of us ever noticed before

it's a lot to think about, when you think about it.