my posture has gotten so fucked up recently. I really need to work on that.

here i am ..... ending it with you again.. AGAIN... and having to be the one to say ...'its over' ..'i dont want it' again!!
and the thing is that i cant tell you how much it fucking kills me everytime i have to say it ...because if i do ... you will continue the way you have been for the past 6mths ..and we will lose any hope of ever being anything to each other ...and i will lose everything .... so i have to say goodbye to you over and over and over .... and keep cutting my arm off everytime it fucking grows back ...
you think im fine ... you think this is easy for me ..and so you say all sorts of things to me ///. and i have to take it ...and i ahve to let you or else you wont let me go.... and i cant stay here because even though this here hurts more then anything else iv known ...if i stay in this any longer ...it will suffocate me .... and i will no longer be the person you fell in love with ... shes fading fast ... and anymore of this and there will only be traces of her left behind ...

im not melodramatic ..i swear .... im just lost
.... and if only he could see ... just understand ...maybe ...just maybe it might .....but he wont ... and i have to live with that ... and i have to live ...... without him ./......

for some reason i keep thinking its july .... and its really throwing me off ....

show me yours

so iv been writing these past few days....but in little pockets of sorts..... i start off fine but then (for watever reason) i stop. ... put it away ... and the next time ...i start all over again ... so pockets. of sorts. (some draft ...others pocket) ...
Basically what that means is that now i have these little bits of conversations with myself ...strewn all over the place.... these things ... thats i could/would/want to/maybe talk or rather write about ...see ...but now. ... well now theyr strewn ...and im at a loss as to whether i should stop and gather round all my goodies ....potential pearls of wisdom even who knows ..... or fuck that shit ... and start afresh ...from scratch ....

i think its because i cant write right now. well I think i can ...obviously .... which is why i start in the firts place ... but half way down ..well ... like i mentioned ....
right now i just spent a good 7 1/2 mins on 2 paragraphs (small ones at that ... mini paras even) ... which i then deleted ... because they sucked ...ofcourse ... is that pretentious ? .... or is the fact that i asked?> that? ...

now. great ...not only am i confused ... but i dont quite know what to write. right?

so ...... move on ...move along ...
i was watching greys anatomy ... (a LOT of which has been going on lately) .... khair ... theres this one scene in which they leave the hospital and go to the dirty seedy bar across the hospital ..because its where everyone goes post call ... and there is nothing pretty or cosy or comfy or even nice about the bar r how it looks ... its just a regular bar with dim lights dirty floors sticky tables and shots ... lotss of shots ...

FUCKKKK ...what can i even say .... mcgibbinspeelpubcafecampusvinnys .... i miss it .... so muchhh... and i miss having people to go to such places with and get trashedwastedsmashed .... because that is in fact the ONLYYY purpose such a place has .... THAT the main reason people go there! and its great! no dressing no defenses no knowing every second person who walks through the door and wanting/needing desprately to look sober (while the person across from you tries the same invain) ... just because these. the people here. they are not the people. not the right people..... not the ones you can let your hair down with ..... not the ones youv danced (andimeanreallyreallydancedwithoutgivingadaymn) with ..... not the ones you can cry infront of .... . not the ones you left behind in what was once your city ... or the ones who left you and have moved now to thier own (new) cities // [ ....scattered ....strewn .... pockets ....everyone becomes]
so0o yea ....NOT the right people .... and so0o daymn many of them that too ...


(hmmm ... quite the lame post after a haitus of this long ... crap ...oh well ... :P)

(....i just need to dance daymnit!!!)

(i hate people)

(im act starting to understand the p.s. /p.p.s. thing ...cuz iv actually hit the edit button each time to add in these bracketyed bits)

(oh and by the by ....apparently brackets (parenthesis <-is this redundant here->) are 'going out of fashion'?! .. an editor i wrote an article for informed me of this ..... daymnit i like brackets .... hmph ... still hate people .... )

i dont know why im back here. but it seems like i need to be really really quiet about this. shhhhh . not a word to a soul if no one knows then maybe it will go back as silently as it came without anyone being the wiser. why dont i pray. why am i such a fucking retard? fuckkk fuckkk fuckinggg fuckk ...even the worrd dfuck doesnt seem strong enough.
im finding it hard to breathe. the air in this romm so warm so still (even though the fan is on) . so clausterphobic. breathe. steady. so i dont collapse.
steady. wrap my self into a little ball become little shrink in size ...down to a thin sliver ...so that what? so this goes away?
what the fuck do i say to her? fuck me for being me!
i still cant breathe. maybe i should inhale some smoke. that might help. maybe. fuck. fu7ck. this is pointless. this me here. sitting writing typing in a suffocating corner at the wrong end of the house. fuck.
fuck.