on building a better me for all the wrong reasons.

You came in with the quickness.
Your mission was confusing & conflicting.
Constructing & deconstructing simultaneously isn't as hard as it seems.
(where one thingends another must begin?)



shooting stars, windfarms, etc.
3 stoplights seem eternal.

My spine hurts. At least I have one these days.



Can't sleep, can't breathe correctly. Up in 7 or so hours for my real job.

Can I make money writing? Can I build myself up this way? Can I mend things?

Who can? He heals me.



I can't say anything I haven't said already. Words have been used too much.

Love, Ana.

be kind, please let me rewind.

How perfect that the last post took place just before one of the most monumental weekends of my life.

I got a second tattoo on April 9, 2010.
Someone special was in town that weekend. He met my family and made me believe in things like true love again.



Since then, I've learned otherwise.
I've got a hold on new things nowadays. My lease is up in 2 months. Where should I be next?Who's calling me where?



Oh. I only like far things now. I only like things I can't get attached to. I'm working on it. What am I supposed to be working on?
Work. Work. Work.
I have no voice. My job is talk at people.

I've got a favorite things. I've got a lot of them. I was a homewrecker. It didn't matter in the long run. (the goodthings never will)

How can I read other words? Nothing can make sense like that.

A little much tonight.


Listening to: (only) Bad City. Regina Spektor. Taylor Swift. Lil Wayne. (deafening silence.)

All we need is to be patient and be kind. (Thanks, Camille)


Ana.