doused in mud, soaked in bleach.

30Nov08

I am in a strange place. I have been rereading old blog posts, waxing nostalgic about how unbelievably clever and quick I used to be, and it’s a truly peculiar feeling. I’m reading posts like this, and I think, “Hey, she’s funny! Hey, she’s ME!”
But then I have to remind myself that what comes through on [...]

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of course.

25Nov08

Well you didn’t wake up this morning
Because you didn’t go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes
Turn red
The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off
You’ve been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you’ve changed
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy back those days.
You pull back the curtains, and [...]

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i don’t need to sell my soul.

13Nov08

I don’t want to write this post. I don’t want to be melodramatic about this, but if I’m not (and where better else than the internet?), then I’m afraid I won’t change.
I’m tired of beating myself up over how I look. Even before I got pregnant, but especially during and now constantly after, it’s this [...]

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