Pathetic places where I can't keep it together
1.Publix: the produce department 2.Target: home/furnishings (buckets) 3.Anywhere in Hapeville 4.Can’t eat Dominos 5.Any car ride longer than 20 minutes Anywhere at all once it’s after 10PM.
…What makes an alcoholic?
I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I’d been able to, we could have lived...– Jonathan Safran Foer (via unicornism)
Walk While Reading: Dear Diary. →
walkwhilereading: I hurt my neck lifting my daughter on to my shoulders. I have one of those necks that strains easily. I’ve hurt my neck drying my hair after a shower not once, but twice, or maybe three times. I feel old. Not old, old, but old for my age. I work really hard to make a living. A living with no… Things are definitely hard all over. The middle east is generally terrifying,...
Maybe I’m just being ridiculously selfish again (big surprise there) but I feel okay about last night. I mean, I came away from seeing you without wanting to kill myself. Which is nice. And I learned to disregard all that supportive “I will always be your friend, too” bullshit from “our” friends. And I have no more delusions about being welcome on Wednesday....
Everyone but one person tells me I’m doing the right thing: the best move for me. But all it’s done, really, is make me broke. And angry. And more alone and depressed than I’ve been all but once in my life. And in that one time, I had him to help me. And to make it even worse, I’ve already tried to take it back and been rejected. I can’t do this.
Right now I would love to just undo it. Say j/k and wake up in the morning beside him with everything where it was. But not for the right reasons. Of course I miss him so much it hurts everywhere. Of course. He’s my best friend, and he’s just suddenly not here anymore. Or, rather, I’m not there. I don’t know how to start making my life okay again.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you...– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via enderkay) I have no idea what Kafka on the Shore is but I’m hoping it’s a book.
Everyone tried. Sometimes it just doesn’t work. I promised myself a long time ago I would never make the same mistakes as my parents. I had to get out before there was ever a ring or kids. I had to. I’m still glad we were together. I would do it all over again.