on the bathroom floor

I am in love love love. With Edward Gorey's works. They are amazing. So dark and insanely, insanely beautiful.

There are some moments in some days where I feel really hopeless. My dad always uses that word, not on me, but that's how he describes things he doesn't like, and he's used it so much it doesn't seem like it cuts as much as it actually does.

I don't think you are a gone case if you ask 'what's the point?'. You're only a gone case if you don't.

I hate it when the pressure gets to me. Under pressure. I imagine all the faces staring at me, wanting me to do good, do well. Sometimes you really don't understand. Sometimes you think we want all this. All we want is just for people to be happy with what we are. Sometimes we try too hard to compensate. (For nothing, really. There's nothing to compensate for.) Then another scene from igby goes down pops into my head, one where his father is in the shower with his clothes on and he says he feels this great pressure coming down on me...crushing me.

But we get through everyday because for every bad thing there is always enough goodness to balance the scale and that's great to know.

Garbage- I think I'm Paranoid