October 2011
September 2011
I felt fine this morning and now I think I’m dying. Being sick is stupid.
Just to let you know
I was just woken up by Sadie, the husky across the street, who decided 4 am was a good time to howl. But it isn’t. Srsly.
Early bedtime again.
Going to breakfast before class tomorrow.
I pretty much have the same feelings as last night. Less crabby maybe.
Whatever.
I'm going to bed
because
a. I’m tired.
b. I feel a bit lonely.
c. I’m crabby.
d. I can.
“And yet, of all these things, we feel sadness the most. We are never buoyed upon an ocean of apathy. We are never crushed by complacency. We are never moved by the okayness of the world.
Sadness and pain, to help us flee danger and hurt. To help us get away when we’re bleeding. You have a body and it screams “Something stirs like broken glass in my chest, leave this place, before I die.”
An animal part of us, still here after all these years, breaks our hearts.” —I Wrote This For You: The Cosmic Joke (via kari-shma)
Sadness and pain, to help us flee danger and hurt. To help us get away when we’re bleeding. You have a body and it screams “Something stirs like broken glass in my chest, leave this place, before I die.”
An animal part of us, still here after all these years, breaks our hearts.” —I Wrote This For You: The Cosmic Joke (via kari-shma)