I still haven’t finished this essay. Its only 3 pages and due by the end of the day. English professors are so wishy washy. Give me an exact time, please! I had weird dreams last night. I might write about them in poem form or something. Its cold here in Tacoma. But I like it. My nose feels cold and that’s a wonderful feeling.
here's the thing.
I’m supposed to write an essay emulating Thoreau. Uhhhhh… How am I supposed to do that? Its due tomorrow. Shit.
i fear that i am an empty shell of a person.
love, the breaking of your soul upon my lips
life is hard. really hard. some times i feel lost. and i can’t really see the light.
i wish you were here.
i’ve spent a majority of my weekend intoxicated, recovering, and sad. none of these are conducive to a happy lifestyle. i feel as though i must take a vow to work on my happiness consciously every single day of my life. depression slips in to my veins unexpectedly.
i am so afraid that no one will ever love me again. my nightmares consist of these fears. lonely nights, loveless days.