We’re just friends now, you and I. Nothing less, nothing more. What we once were doesn’t matter, so we say, but I do not feel.
Author: Nevarsong
trying very hard not to die of boredom..what with being unable to do half of my favorite things right now.
Still haven't quite recoverd from my surgery. Wont even let me work very much right now, they seem to think that they'll break me. I'm not all that fragile you know.
when you realize what you want
My love for you is equaled only by the complete and total dispair awakend by you. I love every thing about you, yet I can’t stand you for your honesty and strength. I am welcome at your door, and you are welcome at mine. It hurts so much to talk, but I can’t hang up… Continue reading when you realize what you want
morphine and loritabs
I now realize what Alice felt like when she went down the rabbit hole. I spent thursday and friday hooked up to a morphine pump…. major surgery tends to result in that. I’m not going to go into details on the surgery, mostly because noone here realy wants to know. And partly because I’m not… Continue reading morphine and loritabs
crying in the dark
Isn’t it ironic how life can change in a heart beat? One moment you’re up on cloud nine, and in the next you’re soul shatters into coulntless shards. You sit there and stare at the one you thought loved you, as they calmly walk away, wondering if you can ever put yourself back together.
Writing: Just something you should know.
I used to have this little aching feeling in my heart. No matter what I was doing it wouln’t go away. When I’d had a particularly bad day, it got worse. Some days I would not even get out of bed. Other days i’d burst into tears because I couldn’t get the knots out of… Continue reading Writing: Just something you should know.
Causes of bad spelling: for those who think it is caused by stupidity
I had to let my thoughts out of my head. They have been spinning around in there for quite some time.
The Well Meant Suggestion of an Idiot
I’m not in here very often. I don’t get much time between working, sleeping, and breathing.
And I’m supposed to be free?
Tell me why I’m crying, lying in my bed, freezing inside, melting within. Sane, feeling the pain.