An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

Jul 17, 2007

i can feel a pulling at my uterus. i like to think that i know my uterus more intimately than other women know their own, that i can feel egg cells moving along my fallopian tubes during ovulation and its expulsion out of my vagina.
i wish that the television wasn't so loud, but not badly enough to get up and turn it off.
i feel rather torn at this hour--and not just between two poles like the earth.
i'm leaving my home in weeks, which means that i won't be able to see my mother or my brothers when i wake up. i will be separated from the love of my life, no matter how cheesy it sounds. it's fucking true. i'll have to attach myself to other people and i feel disrespectful for even thinking so! i just wanna suspend time. i wish, i wish, i wish this would all be easier RIGHT NOW!

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