June 23, 2007
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i feel like i need to run into the woods and stay there for a very long while. do you think the oak preserve would have me?
sleeeeeepinessssssssessss………. i miss my voice a great deal. i cannot seem to be able to recall the last time i actually heard myself. maybe she’s been hanged. and oh, i love my bed.
i’m consistently finding myself doing things simply because i know they’re what “the old me” liked. what-the-fuck-ever. i can’t do this much longer- it’s killing.
i need someone to just say “ok, brianne” and be done. when was it that i allowed myself to fall so freely for so long? what happened there? and how will i ever climb such a mountain of isolation again?
i have mastered an astounding ability at wasting. any and everything. send me all your goods, post haste.
he’s only been gone since yesterday morning and already i want to lay down and melt into the earth. it’s funny (or rather, not so) how everything can lose it’s meaning when the one you love most is away from you. i’ve still got 10 days ahead of me without him…….what am i going to do without my love….??
sigh. i wish the urge to see beautiful lovely people and spend time with them would return. it’s blackness being alone at present. i am so suddenly aware of the vast and gaping nothingness that exsists without him. siiiiiiiiigh……
Comments (2)
I always think you have a flair with words, sometimes they dance and dance and dance. And yes, I think Ill stop with the dance.
I know what you mean with wanting to do things because its what you wouldve done before, the old you. I mean, you’ll always change, thats inevitable so the old you and the new you is still the same, so will the future you, because you’ll always grow into new things and experience things and we’ll end up in that cycle until the day we die, and only until then *that* will be you.
Hope that made sense, I hate it when I make people go all confused.
Take care
what’s up with all the naked women? haha.