June 2009
1 post
At age 17, low self esteem was something that made me interesting and in a strange way, beautiful. At age 21 (nearly 22), low self esteem is something that makes me pathetic, and in the purest of ways, ugly.
Aint that a bitch.
April 2009
3 posts
I think sometimes it is hard for people to understand that just because someone is always funny, it doesn’t mean they’re always happy.
True story.
Did you know I don’t sleep? I don’t.
Oh to laugh and be free. That used to be me.
January 2009
2 posts
Last night, I laid in Mike’s arms and cried. It was a strange thing. My rabbit had bitten me and I felt this rush of guilt for not paying more attention to her in the last couple of days, and with that guilt came some extreme emotion and with that came so much more.
I am a self-alienating kind of person. I’ve always been one to suffer the woes of life silently and singularly. I am...
There are intangible things that most people will never know about me, part of my identity that I sequester and silence for the world at large. I am not ashamed of them. I am not embarrassed by them. I am in love with these parts of myself. It is who I am when I’m in the car by myself, the photos I take when I’m alone, the expression of my face when I listen to Sigur Ros, and the...