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!

Jan 13, 2008

new boyfriend.

il n'est plus mon petit ami.
eating organic mac and cheese like it's good. listening to aerosmith. smoking whatever i found in the bottom of my purse.

i miss my friends. O and S are my heart and it kills me to be away from people who really touch my soul like that. i love them. i miss smoking at Cups. i miss turning cartwheels in the courtyard. i miss gossip and drama. i miss genuine friendship that can't be broken with time. the friendship that makes you cry when a good song comes on, not just a sad one.

i was Cryin just to get you, now i'm Dyin cause i let you


this has been an excuse to do something i never should have stopped doing. i need to follow up with my prescription. i have a condition and i can't feel better unless i do something about it. i need my pills. i need to be a stronger person.

but am i beautiful person? i'm i good enough for anything. is it OK to not feel good enough right now? what excuses can i offer for my weaknesses? i simply freaks me out that i used to cut myself when i felt like this. it freaks me out that i might not have the help i need right now to keep me out of such trouble .

this is ridiculous what my heart is doing to me, because you better believe it--it is my heart that is involved. i don't fucking tell people that i'm falling in love to just leave them later. but, yeah we have a different definition of love and everything. of course. and even care is a multifaceted word. but this a multifaceted world and who is to say that we were meant to be together? i know.

the one person that i can't separate myself from is myself, though.

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