Status Updates From Even Though I Don't Miss You

How could it surprise me, given how layered and complex the world is, and how our personal experiences interfere with our perception.

I think I must have some kind of thing for romance. Some kind of sick thing.

You can't capture something that is casually walking away. A vehicle in motion can never reach its goal, unless the goal is to remain completely stationary, in which case there's no point in even getting there. Meaning movement is a ruse, which is a metaphor for life.

Somewhere in the infinitely expanding universe there must be another living entity with a set of feelings that compares to the feelings I have, and I hope that whoever or whatever is experiencing those feelings also has the psychic inclination to write a book of poetry and send it to my home address for my own shallow, desperate consumption.

"I am the strong, female lead in my own currently-in-development novel, and I can do anything I put my mind to, even if it is remaining in a very difficult and frustrating relationship with low emotional payoff.

Not that that's what's happening."

"All I want from life is to creatively express myself.
And be admired for it.
And be rich because of it."
♥

Sex is weird. There's always that moment like who is going to undress me?

I started reading this while waiting for the Sufjan Stevens show to start on Saturday, and it was the perfect companion for my confusion lately and the spastic nature of trying to read before a show. Here's the thing: some of it is very mundane, but Chelsea Martin always manages to say something incredibly moving and sad which punctuates the mundane. Worth reading.