“What do I do now?”

a short writing. i really can’t see the screen through the tears. is that like seeing the forest from the trees? perhaps. more importantly, does it matter. i haven’t been able to pull myself together all day. tried and tried and tried to study for this American Lit test but my head keeps bombing out. […]

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trust me?

spell check still diabled. dog nmad blogger. We’ve been studying hard all day for the stupid American Lit test with the psychotic, meanie professor on Monday. He is a jerk and no body likes him. I got some stuff at Walmart to make bracelets today and when every one is done writing and studying then […]

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The Cold, Soft Truth

I guess it’s been a while since writing. Don’t know why. I do know that this weekend is reserved for studying for a major test on Monday, but we wanted to write anyway. You see, we have a problem. We aren’t getting better. Can’t find the voices that inspired us and motivated us to trudge […]

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Her hair is curled, her make-up on. Her clothes are nice, although a little loose. She wants to go home, but she does not have one. She is made of ash and what comes from ash returns to ash. It is becoming late late late. She suffocates on her hopelessness and despair. She looks in […]

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…and then some more

it is such a dark night. while there is so so much to say, nothing will extricate itself from our stubborn need to open the vault. there is wide spread panic, and while we’ve pulled through before, things are out of reach, out of control, out of time. we are lost. there is no music, […]

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