10/31/97 hey there. halloween and i’m alone. and judging myself again for my writing… what is it with me and critiquing my fucking journal for crying out loud. my fingers move over the keypad in a drunken stupor and i need cigarettes. rocky horror picture show is on the tellie.. ugh, i have no energy. … [Read more…]
10/23/97 Therapy. And I was there. That’s what he said. “Wait a minute, I don’t like to interupt, but I have to get this in. You were there. You do have your own past.” Was I invisible? Is that it? Is that what I’ve been feeling this whole time? None of this is mine. That’s … [Read more…]
10/21/97 To say what then? I can’t remeber what it was I was supposed to be pondering all week long in terms of therapy. What I’ve ended up pondering is always the same. I end up walking home from work at night imagining up a conversation with him. him. you know, that man that is … [Read more…]
Cary Have you the least idea how much hearing from you rocked my world? Life is on the downside of the roller coaster right now. things are happening rather quickly. I leave my first professional job on friday, thank god, they were only just beginning to annoy me. I have a second interview a half … [Read more…]
It was hard for me to realize that this person at the end of the table was my father. I didn’t say anything to him, I let the crowd my sister had invited do all the chattering. I didn’t feel like talking if I didn’t have something important to say. My sister had invited her … [Read more…]
Crossed Signals ME: long brown hair, skater in red plaid flannel. YOU: shaven blonde, nose ring and great green eyes. you had a coffee, I, a dropped jaw. Stared at you, can’t forget you. Can I buy your next Java? call. #786. -The number’s 555-PUMP. Waking. I turned over and shoved my face into … [Read more…]