

I don’t want this.
Put it far away,
Where fishes swim so pink and deep.
I don’t want this.
Take it back,
To where stars climax in the darkness.
I don’t want this.
It’s too heavy,
This pulsating rock of confusion.
I don’t want this,
This fear of you.
I don’t want this…
But… Oh, God… I do.
Me: I don’t get it. I’m not eating after 7 and I’m working out 3 times a week. Why do I weigh more than I ever have in my life?
(Subtext: “)
Jenn: Well, you’re older than you’ve ever been.
(Subtext: You’ll get fatter as you get older. And, I’m not fat, so I’m not concerned about your issue. In fact I will always be hot and will never have to worry about my non-existent girth)
Me: …
(Subtext: Thanks Jenn for reassuring me that I can make it through my weight struggles, especially since I’ll be getting younger. Tomorrow.)
tumblr peeps?
Oh. I get it. You’re probably out experiencing actual life.
Unlike me. With a flaming throat for the sixth night in a row. Alone in my apartment.
Yeah, that’s me.
A judge of the thespian festival named Zana told me that every time she sees me she thinks of this painting by Botticelli. She says I look exactly like this woman.
I don’t see it.
Do you?

So I found a little tidbit that I wrote a long time ago. I thought I’d share it here. Because… why not?
“I’m just a girl… in her own world… hoping for a miracle or two… that someone loves me… no one hates me… and I always know the truth…
If this is impossible, maybe its time to fly… fly… fly away… to my own hiding spot…
When my hiding spot isn’t found… I have to live with my faith… my faith that everything will eventually turn out to be okay…
So judge me not… promise me nothing… and steal nor lie to me… but make me aware that I’m not the only one living on her faith, forever… ” July 26th, 1999-ish
I love Michael! I’m totally seeing him up close March 13th!
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