I wish i could stop crying.

over a boy who has long since forgotten about me.

Over a BOY.

Dilemma;

I dont always make time for people.

I dont have time to.

No really; unless you're willing to get your ass up like me at 6 am and make things work out im not gunna tug on the reins.

I need work to keep me sane;

and school to keep me working;

I need time right now to say "nah im good." and just sit alone and draw because my intrapersonal relationships (Aside from coworkers/business.) Isnt going to get me a job.

I want to seem driven without coming off as a bitch but its harder than it sounds.

I love you-- but Becca's gotta get her ass in gear.

I wont forget about you..but baby you gotta let me grow.

rabs

I got nothing;

lately i open a little tablet and have nothing to write because it all seems to just ..resonante anger.

or some type of frustration that I'm still working to get out of me..

partially because ..of everything.

I dont really want to do anything except hibernate because its so fucking cold lately.

no really, its fucking freezy and 49 degrees plus intense pacific coast wind chills is enough to make anyone shiver.

Whatever;

as of late homework has been all that important so im gunna get this out of the way.

Its rough with alot of my friends not being in school;

because I have to sometimes tell them I cannot take the night off since I still am in enrolled.

In a proffession that I have to work my ass off in or I wont get a foot in the door.

I love it there.

As Cozy as it may be.

More later I suppose.. i've had no "me" time.

Blogs?

My heart is heavy.

because I seem to face door after door.

and so on my phone I wrote a note; and everyone eclectic thinks their stuff is new or fascinating.

Somehow;

I've lost touch with everything despite my vast amounts of ways to be able to contact people.

So here I am;

There are no words that could completely describe how stupid,silly I feel.

and thank god for crypticism.

I have to decipher my own code sometimes and right about now I just have to take the swing and swing it again. I want to cry again... and keep punching things in the face.

I always dreamed I could tear my face off.. and something beautiful would emerge.

because I have not felt anything except ugly.. or sad lately.

I keep getting rejected.

and rejecting myself... and putting idiot things into my priority list.

and and and and.

My tongue becomes thick and all im left is with the same old musings and lyrics that float in the air like bubbles..

i Promise me you'll stay beyond the sunrise

I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise

It doesnt seem to happen it just seems to blow up in my face.

who the fuck am I?

because I havent

How do I feel?
How do I feel when the moon is so full and blue that all I can do is gaze over the steel buildings and wish I didnt have these thoughts.

Like liquid pouring its way into my memories and lacing its ink through my finger tips
tapping on keys so quietly that even the softest gasp wouldnt' wake the night

like skin;
sweet skin that compresses and tightens each bud of fingertips memorizing the contours of what was once there
and still like every grace of its presents hip bones that arch in need;
lips;
sweet sounds that reverberate throughout tongue in cheek and bittersweet exhales that leave only one to wonder what will become of one in one night.

eyes;
gazing so sullenly outwardly at a world that rotates even as one's breath is haulted.
lest i forget the ache that penetrates dreams each night
swirling and festering in a cauldron of smoke,mirrors and thoughts.

let the dreaming begin
let it seep
and though the longing is there;
let it grow and mutate if it wants to so that each step will be as uncomfortable as the first.

Baby steps;
into a guiltless world where there are no words
just taste
there are no explanations
just gasps
no if's
only whimpers

may each hold proceed another gripping finger tips that reach out and snap back as quickly as they appeared.
only to fall into a lap curiously/anxiously/uncomfortably.
and await another day of quiet prayer.

No i dont think that i can be fixed

Another day has passed and its looking a little better.

I've almost finished a picture i drew of Zachary Quinto. He's my wall paper so i figured why not sketch him out?

He's pretty adorable and I thought it would be a nice change of pace being that all my thirty second sketches look odd/bore the hell out of me/dont really seem to be capturing much of anything except lines and movement.

Bah! I havent been able to make anything..noteworthy so I just might put this up on my DA. (finally some "decent." artwork.) thats all i got... for now.

Off to play some dungeons and dragons (yes i just said that.) for the first time with my Coworkers. I dont think anyone is ready for what is about to happen.

I thought i was over this

words are bleeding on my pages;

pages like a sad song that i sang ages.

weeks ago-- Purple summer came and washed away my tears and lifted my chin.

telling me its alright, just forget him

and i did and i worked and i slaved and i bathed.

but yet in my dreams in my dreams there he stays.

God;

what can i do?

can i do to quit this?

I let something go that i knew was wrong for me--

but still it hurts inside to think of what would of been.

Its pathetic i know-- Second chances are for dummies.

love does not concur all God.

but a storm churns in my tummy.

A nausea wave of anger whenever i see his beautiful face.

because at one point i was made but now an embrace.

Worlds are different now;

two very different beings.

I was a fool for asking him out;

and asking him out created this thing.

this monster inside of me.

that wishes he were gone.

that monster that clings to me;

and cries when the dreams dont go on.

In them i know... that what we were.

what is.

is not right.

But this could of been so easily avoided--

if not for that night.