( Clarity )

( La Famiglia )

Wow, I just realized this was all from last semester. =/

( Summer )

( Sunflowers )

( Death of a Martian on Mars )

( Expiration Date )

I thought of something. It was a one-line. "You can't rationalize pain". Sounds like a story to me. Also, reworking it, it become poem-like: "You can't rationalize regret, you can't pigeonhole pain". I want to write a story on depression, if only for the fact that I know how to write something so deeply destructive emotionally that the binding of Prosac Nation or The Bell Jar would start to cry.

Recently, there have been boys. Many boys, many possiblities and non-possibilites. I'm not sure what to do. I hope everything will work itself out. I do feel quite lonely sometimes.

I'm buried in work, buried alive. I feel like Hans from Beneath the Wheel.