January 2011
I know no great sadness.
I vaguely know bitterness and I’ve cried hard cries and I’ve hurt myself out of anger and I’ve tasted the earth after feeling so apathetic and heavy that I’ve half convinced myself that I really am buried under some rock.
But I’ve never watched someone die. I don’t know if I’ve really ever loved someone. I know that I believe...
tamburina:
So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
Pablo Neruda
Always waiting..
I think I’ve grown almost an inch in about a month’s time. That’s odd. Well, it’s either that or my mother has shrunk, but that seems less likely.
My head is full.
Crammed with the stresses of finding a job and a real place to live. And with the fact that Christopher and I don’t trust each other anymore. I need to be liberated from all of these things and get healthy. I need Christopher to be someone I can rely on and I need him to work on forgiving me and I need to settle into some cheap-o apartment so I can do more crafts and focus on...