deanna – Page 32 – Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

I’m afraid I can see the End

Hmmm. I think the thing that people like me struggle with sometimes is this idea that you go through shit like I have to be some extraordinary human being, some person people are going to reminisce as some conqueror of… Continue Reading →

March 18, 2015 0

I wanna jump head first out the library window

That’s not entirely true, I suppose. I’ve been to the library here and though it’s nice, there are certainly no windows worth jumping out and over. I actually don’t even think it’s possible. Sometimes that’s the place I slip into,… Continue Reading →

March 5, 2015 0

Clever is a state of mind

I am going back to work tomorrow. I don’t know how to feel about that, not liking my job as much as I do in some ways, I suppose. It’s not my JOB that is the problem given you can… Continue Reading →

March 3, 2015 0

Because being Old”er” and sick isn’t Cute

I wake up every morning at 4 am, struck with worry, wondering how on earth we are going to make it, what the fuck does a future look like? I have been in the house for 6 weeks, completely, and… Continue Reading →

March 3, 2015 0

The Great Puppy Return and other things

I got the dog back the other day. Well, a week ago. I suppose there wasn’t much urgency to tell you all, given I am not sure who the fuck constitutes “you all” or even if that encompasses a scope… Continue Reading →

March 1, 2015 0

When Timing Exists Perfectly to Fuck You: My Dog was Taken

I cannot even explain the frustration and deep pull of my heart in my chest right now. It is truly a heavy fucking weight right now, and is probably not the best thing for me to be enduring right now… Continue Reading →

February 20, 2015 2

Where on earth have I been, am I still alive?

Sometimes I wonder if I am still alive and as I pore through the ramblings of years past and recognize the patterns in misery, I have to wonder when I will give up. Not if, but when as clearly the… Continue Reading →

January 5, 2015 2

just work a little harder to get out of hate with myself

I’ve been sitting in between the space of a few things. It’s a little uncomfortable, but not a lot is comfortable in the grand context of my existence. I feel not real, not entirely visible, a kind of atomized version… Continue Reading →

October 30, 2013 0

Not Dying Isn’t the Same as Living

I think you know you’re officially old when you age out of the breeding pool. I don’t meant that there aren’t women getting pregnant at my age, but it seems that waiting for children is something people in cities do…. Continue Reading →

October 15, 2013 0

The Language of the Universe is Fuck You

I’ve got a birthday coming up here in a week and it’s sent me into a tailspin of reflection. The where I have been, where I’m going, and where I want to be I am pretty clear on. I’m rarely… Continue Reading →

October 15, 2013 0

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