Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Spinning Like A Ghost On The Bottom Of A Top, I'm Haunted By All The Space That I Will Live Without You

Coming home to an empty house feels entirely different now that I am used to sharing this space with another.

Friday, August 22, 2008

I Still Can't Sleep

Sitting at the kitchen table at three in the morning when sleep has forsaken me and the rest of the household is peacefully sleeping around me makes me feel so alone.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

To Everything There Is A Season And A Time For Every Purpose

I'm sad to realize that I will only, at best, have eighty-five springs and falls and winters and summers.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Little Ghost

The idea of a child ghost makes me very sad; the kind of painful experience that I imagine it would take to cause a spirit to remain here is something I would never wish upon anyone, especially a child.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Hate Is Such A Strong Word

I hate who I become when I am not on my medicine.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Friday, September 21, 2007

Living In The City

I miss the crickets and the fireflies.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Next Time Has To Be An Improvement

I would be the one to travel hundreds of miles from home, towards a potentially awesome week of amusement park fun, only to get dreadfully sick for virtually the entire length of my stay.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

A Bit Of Blunt Honesty

The only reason why I want to get married sooner than later is because I'd like for it to happen while my grandmother still knows who I am.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

It Just Wasn't Like The Old Days Anymore

I'm so afraid of losing everything that which I love that, at times, it leaves me unable to properly function until the thought passes, which makes me feel positively helpless.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Farewell, Dear Friend

Words cannot properly describe the spectrum of emotions I felt tonight when I was oh-so-offhandedly informed that a dog that I've grown up with died several weeks ago and no one had the decency to tell me.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Watching and Interpreting

The way his father and step-mother interact, as compared to the way my parents interact is incredibly eye-opening and, in some ways, it makes me very sad.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

I'm Sorry or Tick Tock

Sometimes I worry that he's right about me and I just don't know it yet.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Time Management

How ironic is it that I took a job at a bookshop so that I could have money to buy books that I now do not have time to read because of the job that I took to buy the books in the first place?

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Distance

The most helpless feeling comes from not being able to physically be there for someone when they are in need because despite all of the good that can come from text-only communication, it falls sharply short of a real hug.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

All The Wrong Reasons

Sometimes I feel like the only reason why certain people in my life love me is because of the things that I can do for them.