“I gave all my oxygen to people that could breatheI gave away my money and now we don’t even speak.I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same for me? Oh honestly?” . You’re speaking words masked with love, But I don’t feel warmth in your touch. It’s hard to believe what you … Continue reading Save myself
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Dying in L.A.
I hate L.A. I despise the bubble your car slams into the second you see the city. The highways. The pollution in the air. The people on that road to the land of stardom. We’re all just angsty, enraged little people in our small cars, drifting slowly down this River Styx to a city that … Continue reading Dying in L.A.
Movement
I don't like to initiate. Initiate can be anything, really. It really has to do with relatedness with others. If I don't know you very well, I do not want you in my space. I will physically move myself away from you or use my energy to build walls between us. And I think the … Continue reading Movement
Evening
I think my least favorite part of the day is the evening.The sunset is gone, bringing in the darkness. Cold, mysterious, and cynical. Those are probably the three words best used for evening. This is when the night should be "young," and should just be starting. But the way I see it, the evening is … Continue reading Evening
Feeling Drives Work 