symptoms of somnambulism.
like a kid gluing back the pieces of a broken vase, she gradually began to piece herself together - but only to find a clash between the surreal truth and her stubbornly rooted abstractions of her past. her healing process was marred by her own failed attempts to obscure her emptiness and pathetic excuses to blame herself, to hurt once more, and to think of him .. reality was hard to soak in - she was an unwilling sponge. long were the days when she would catch herself pondering the unthinkable. long were the nights when she cried herself to sleep, imprinting streaks of dry river beds down her ethereal face ..
what the -- am i doing ..
i succumb to weakness. i give up.
posted by tiffany @ 8:09 PM
2 Comments:
Another story eh? I love them stories! You know you make me use www.dictionary.com a lot? If they were to get a penny each time I visited their page, they would have enough to buy a hill. So as i spend time evaluating your masterpiece, I could be finishing my homework. Ok, don't give up the present because of what happend in the past. Thats the basic principle of life, making mistakes. Since you like things that relate to the butt, it's like.. being constipated. Even though it won't come out, you will have to overcome it somehow. Try harder, push it out! hahaha ok I don't know if that makes sense. And right now, i'm scared the page will time out. But yet I continue to type. Isn't that motivating? hahaha. You're a weird individual, but after 123 hours of talking to you, I found out we're alike. If i can do it, YOU CAN TOO. lol YOU CAN DO IT! I want to just give up writing this haha, I can't think of anything to say. But if I did, it would only show that I am a hypocrit. It's ok if you sleepwalk, I snore sometimes. We're still cool. hahaha. Darn i had a interruption. So my mom had to take a 10 hour class today to get a tatoo license, and she called me while we were at Ten Ren's. This is what she said "Anthony, the lecturer is boring me soo bad, I keep falling asleep! Is this how it is at school? GET ME OUT OF HERE!." hahaha. I don't know what to say to cheer you up, but I WON'T give up. =) Ok this isn't really a story, but i'll write you a real one sometime. But if anything happens, you still have to come and wash my dishes. I hope i didn't buy gloves for nothing. It will make me furious. I will do crazy things. And if you ever feel like crying again, we can goto the hill and fertilize the dead weeds. As you can tell everything i'm writing now is going to nothing. hahaha I think i shall start on hw now. What a good excuse. asta la vista, BABY
i say you be like ray bradbury and not go to college. sell newspapers for a couple of months and then publish your first book. then ceanne and i can live off of you =P and we don't have to go to college either =D okay? okay!
-bro
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