A few years ago I gave up my cell phone–well it was technically a year and a half I lived without using it, a year and a half my friends weren’t able to text me with any ease, a year and a half that reaching out had to be done via email, facebook messages or…
Ugh. I know I can’t be the only one feeling this swallowing, this uncomfortable engulf into the mouth of what the fuck that this country has become. Someone told me recently I was one of those people who seemed to be concerned with the welfare and well-being of others around me and it was something…
So I wrote this title several days ago–I cannot tell you how many half-finished pieces of my consciousness lie as unpublished posts, but it’s not a small number and certainly not even close to representative of how many things flit through my brain as unpublished stories. I should also probably NOT publicly proclaim that I…
http://www.heartsandscars.com/a-recount-of-the-memory-written-6-days-after-it-happened/
Hey so I know I have been missing for some time. You all probably thought I offed myself, maybe found peace with my misery, maybe found some relief from the poverty affected by some of my own decisions and others that were handed down in the way things can be when you have no choice…
The day you die isn’t going to be something crazy or really life shattering for anyone aside from a splattering of friends, maybe some family invested in your existence. It’s going to be the last day you took a shit, took a shower, fucked your husband or wife and took that last drive to work….
So many allusions and alliterations in this one–so hard to really nail down how I feel and what I think…the only thing I am sure of is what I am thinking isn’t good. Isn’t good in that it leaves me hollow, flat, lifeless, not sure what the hell it all is. I got back through…
Hmmm. I think the thing that people like me struggle with sometimes is this idea that you go through shit like I have to be some extraordinary human being, some person people are going to reminisce as some conqueror of giants or something bigger than themselves, just ordinary. It puts this incredible burden on a…
That’s not entirely true, I suppose. I’ve been to the library here and though it’s nice, there are certainly no windows worth jumping out and over. I actually don’t even think it’s possible. Sometimes that’s the place I slip into, over literal and needing explanation, like I’m ever even asked the questions I ask myself….
I am going back to work tomorrow. I don’t know how to feel about that, not liking my job as much as I do in some ways, I suppose. It’s not my JOB that is the problem given you can put me in a position and have me helping people and I will feel satisfaction…
