I feel so utterly displaced.

On a separate note, to all those people I'm thinking of now - I miss you all. I miss having that kind of ease with which we used to communicate with each other. Some of you I'm separated from by a physical distance; others emotional. At the expense of eloquence (hah), the situation just plain sucks. I wish I had that courage to ask for the answers to questions I try to ignore. Pretending that everything's really as good as it should be.

Why. It's perhaps the most difficult word to muster.

Labels: angst, questions

I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

Interesting. My previous post transformed itself into a premonition of what was to hit me this week...

Labels: angst

I'm screwed. That's it. It's as simple as that.

Almost each day is a battle of wills, between logic and heart.

It didn't happen at when it would have been the best times. Missed the boat. Lost the plot. Platitudes. Whatever.

What's to save this mess of me?

Vague, veiled, ambiguous posts are really... meaningless.

Labels: angst