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[Jan. 7th, 2010|02:30 am] |
I'm:
feeling more comfortable by myself, drawing more, getting more writing ideas, trying for two more jobs tomorrow (three jobs. wonder woman-ing that shit) saving up for adventures by myself to distant places, because i'm totally confident like that?
I think I have my best friend to thank. She's moving out West, doing her thing, and now it's time to grow on my own. For real this time. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2010|12:32 am] |
Karyn: A question just sprung up in my head though, and it was about living alone.. is it really supposed to make us feel stronger? because it mostly just makes me feel vulnerable.
Meag: yea i feel the same way
Karyn: and for someone who needs physical contact from another to feel comforted, it's just.. a very meek feeling.. or outlook on the future, especially where there seems to be no real way of obtaining that comfort, because most of the people in this town are scared to reach out. New years eve night, i felt... like everyone was really feeling connected, and it was amazing! but then we each go back into our clamshells
Meag: yea its been good so far people are really nice in 2010 sort of weird
Karyn: yeah ive been thinking that too..
Meag: i've been weird but happy and then i feel like i am going to cry
Karyn: yeah.. i could say the same. it's like, dating becomes impossible after a certain age, or people individually are more guarded than ever
Meag: yea no one likes me. yes!
Karyn: so fearful that the other will take advantage
Meag: northampton specifically!
Karyn: like, seriously? if we're all living separately, doesnt that show we don't take advantage? we're all tough independent people
Meag: yea
Karyn: seeing someone and being interested in someone does not mean i want anything from them. i want them, not anything they've accumulated
Meag: EXACTLY! yes |
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[Jan. 1st, 2010|04:42 pm] |
I'm writing down all of my saintly complaints
Pulling the strings they've attached to my face
But I'm done haunting houses and cursing at god
And filling up spaces with black and white fog
I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor
Well what did you think all that shaking was for
Now I'm floating downstream chasing after my bones
Well I guess I grew old
But I never went home |
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