slipping in between the spaces

You know the spaces I am talking about, the spaces in time, filled with silence, when you say something that seems to fit sooo right, but appears to be all wrong in definition. I’m not talking about trying to assuage a situation, but when you say something because to not say it hurts too fucking…

ya ya ya ya. burps n stuff.

I think it might be less about the cold and more about a combination of air pressure changes, which directly influence the flow of my blood. All I know is I woke up all dramatic yesterday in tears. I took a darvocet, and tried to chill out, but again had to succomb to my woe…

wherever the weather’s better

SOmetimes I think this happens to a lot of people, and other times I think I am a massive freak. Lately I have been very uncomfortable in my own skin, wanting to shed it, become someone else. This is probably why I have considered going from platinum almost clear blonde to darker shades with super…


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