Idno what to do

3/29

Good talk with Louis today. I guess I should figure out what to do =/

Lost in my mind. You are already home; do you feel loved?

Oh my brother, your wisdom is older than me

Oh my brother, don't you worry about me

Don't you worry, don't worry about me

I lost my phone Saturday. I guess it was a half-blessing. A break from the grind. None of this constant anxiety, no checking to see if I am still remembered in the thoughts of those far away from me. So upon confirmation of the loss, there was an absence of fear. I recognize my generation's addiction to constant connection, a type of comfort. So a clandestine part of me rejoiced in the freedom in being severed from the interwebs.

I liked it.

I'm missing something. I'm sad. I shouldn't be.

There is a weakness in me that I can't afford to have.

Booked and ready

Just in time for wanderlust to kick in.

Zurich, be ready for me. See you this summer, Switzerland!

Internet Hilarity

Asu
girl you are nekkid in your profile picture. please put on some clothes and be decent. Your body is only for me to see. Me as in kim, diana, em and me.

Amers
I really am wearing clothes though I swear! I wouldn't cheat on you guys like that. You guys get to see the whole show (;

David Foster Wallace

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn't do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life's assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire's flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It's not desiring the fall; it's terror of the flame yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don‘t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You'd have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.