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it's just julie, that's all.
>>> and today my mother told me she thought i was on speed... but she was kidding, but actually then she told me that again, only she knows i'm too much of a goody two shoes to do drugs. or drink. or swear.
what if everyone were blind?
i know it's me, i know it's my problem, but sometimes i just want to scream "God Dammit", pick up the pair of scissors lying next to me from some random half-finished art project, and start slicing open and eventually off all the parts of me that make this, existing, so difficult. the thing that's the worst is the inevitability, the permanence, the futility of it all. i have my hands, and some circumstances are just out of them. posted by julianne @ 3:06 am on 07.03.06 p.s. here's uncensored. - 09.23.06 applepicking - 09.23.06 every night i have another strange but vivid dream with him in it - 09.22.06 explosion, popcorn, letters without words, and making something out of nothing. - 09.20.06 this is the night, and dancing is free until the morning light. - 09.19.06 |
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