||[16 Sep 2008|11:34pm]
So, I have made it a week thus far in my goal to write every day (within reason).
Not much to report on, Not to much has been happening, which makes for remarkably uninteresting documentiation.
Anyways, this is just an update to show i can follow thru on things. so suck it bitches.
Huges and Kisses
(7 ♥ wholly to be a fool)
|Let's try this again
||[10 Sep 2008|10:11pm]
At the beging of the year, one of my goals was to write something every day (within reason) It dosn't have to be profound, or even coherent, but it should be something so that i can look back in a years time and see some personal growth.
Anyways, as not to spam everyones friends page, and everyones facebook feed I will be posting all of my mind(less or full; depending on the day) ideas over at letter4no1 .
Don't feel like you have to look, but if you see comments from that user (LJ people) just know i probably forgot to log back into my mainstream account.
But i do think you should check it out because what am I if not witty?
-Hugs and Kisses
(1 ♥ wholly to be a fool)
|Answers without questions
||[08 Sep 2008|04:03pm]
The Meme Rules
1. There are 30 questions.
2. Next to each number, write only the name of the person who fits.
3. Answer one question with one name.
4. Don't tell the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme
29. No one....wow...
30. Love you all dearly
PS: my laptop died. i'll get all FB posts and msg's on my phone as well as e-mails.
(7 ♥ wholly to be a fool)
||[29 Jun 2008|01:04am]
"I've watched this before, been near it - the way that a human being will drop and break inside, their eyes dying first and then their face, a last raising of light an then it goes from them, is fallen and won't come back. They walk into our building and whatever they think and whatever we have told them, there is a person in their mind, a living, unharmed person they expect to greet them and return their world. Then our attendants lead them to the special room, to the echoing room, and they see nothing, no one, no return, a shape of meat, an injury. Some of them cry, some accept the quiet suggestion of tea and the plate of biscuits we set down to make things seem homely and natural and as if life is going on,. because it is, that is what it does - picks us up and feeds us with itself, drives us on until we wear away. Some of them are quiet, inward. Some I can hear, even in my office. They rage fro their lovers, their loves, for their dead love, their dead selves. And they rage for their children. And they fail to accommodate their pain. And they leave us in the end, because they cannot stay. They go outside and fall into existence. Our town is full of people running back and forth in torn days and every other town is like that, too. Our world is thick with it, clotted in patterns and patterns of grief. And, beyond this, i know you're sad. i know your days are bleeding, too. And i know i make you sad. I don't understand how no to , but please don't bring more of the grief, don't add to it. If there is more, then i won't be able to breathe and i'll die.
And i miss her, too.
And i miss her like you do.
The no one hwo comes with you holding your hand.
The girl who isn't there to mind when i hurt myself"
(3 ♥ wholly to be a fool)
|Because i want to make this work
||[06 Jan 2008|06:49pm]
I really do want to try and write every day, and since i have this journal connected to my facebook, and i don't want to force everyone in the world to read my throughts, i will be going to one of my private journals to try and keep this up.
So, if anyones interested check out letter4no1
(wholly to be a fool)