Living translucently,

Waking, sleeping, shitting.

Waking only to realize I am

still asleep,following the obscenely straight

lines worn into the blasted concrete.

Absent minded, gone on leave;

the imaginary line between life and

make believe thins still, until it is

merely a blurry projection on a white board

being analyzed by a class of heartless students.

Do I need to do this? On average how many things do I actually do for myself? Stop doing things for others, Zena. Live. your. own. life. N'oublie pas l'existentialisme et l'enfer de Sartre. Si tu vis ton vie pour les autres, tu seras en enfer. L'enfer n'est pas un endriot, c'est les autres. Je ne veux pas y aller.

1) "In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make" - The Beatles

2) Green!

3) I actually miss you. I never thought that would be possible... but I really do. Please, come back?I really mean it. I want you to be a part of my life.

Oh my god, sometimes I just hate myself! Do you ever get that? I just hate me! Ugh, laskdhgalskdgha;lskdgha;lsdgkha;sldkhga;sdlkgha. FRUSTRATION!!