| i miss the comfort in being sad |
[27 Mar 2010|11:00pm] |
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know anymore.
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| where i've been, i go alone |
[13 Dec 2006|11:11pm] |
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expectant |
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music |
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leonard cohen - passing thru (live at the warfield) |
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I sleep for 14 hours.
I get high and don't sleep at all.
I eat cheeseburgers and bowls of ice cream.
I nurse bottles of ice-cold water and makes plays at first with shaking hands.
I write, read, draw, sing.
I stare at the ceiling and try to remember how to breathe.
I eat. I cry. I vacillate.
I make promises to myself. X pounds by New Year's.
I break them. I tell myself it's For the Greater Good.
I'm rediscovering capital letters. I'm relearning shades of grey.
I'm waiting.
I'm counting down the days left in this long awful year.
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