I'll never forget what I've lost...

Ear Candy: The Chemical Brothers

I haven't updated in a while, I know... I suck! There are so many times that I have sat down to impose my thoughts on you, and when it came down to it, the words wouldn't come. I have been a shell, an empty person who can talk and walk and function, oh how life like. But when it comes down to it, I am a shell of who I am capable of being. I touch the fire just to feel the burn, just to feel anything. It's cold.

Sheri died. I couldn't cry, but something inside of my broke. I kept thinking back to Lorelei and Scott, back to my friend Maddie who died in an accident when I was nine. Faces layered over faces, all retreating back where I can't follow. Oh, how emo am I? Fuck that. There is so much to be living for right now, there always is, so why am I dwelling? On Saturday, I was dressed for the memorial at three. At three fifty, I couldn't get in the car and go. I went upstairs and put on my Oxford shirt and jeans, and went for a very long hike in Annadel while eating strawberries. I sat on a bench and just thought, about her, about life, everything and everyone. I cried, but I was smiling. I felt connected to everything, and I liked that feeling. That night I hung out with Steffie, and it was really nice to go sit at Borders and eat truffles. I think I liked the feeling of the past's better memories not being all too far away. The exception was that I had much better hair this time around.

I dont't think I tell the people I love that I love them enough. I hope they know. I can't handle losing anyone else. I hate funerals. Sitting around crying about death seems so horrible to me, because we can't change it, and I don't like feeling helpless. Sitting around crying just makes me feel bad, I would rather remember them as they were. I can't look tragedy in the face anymore.

I am tired. I need a break, but it doesn not look as though one will be presenting itself in the near future. Weeks are so long, but there is never enough time to do all of the things that I need to do, not even close... And weekends, well those have never been long enough.

I am kind of rambling, not really saying anything, so I think that I am done for now... I wish I had found the words I wanted out.

If you have things figured out, I'm jealous, but I love you.

~E

It's better to have loved...

Ear Candy: "It's better to have" by Temposhark

I wrote this after Jello's party, and never got around to posting it...

... all the children picked them.

I went home and cried tonight. I haven't done that in a while. I cried because I feel like I/ we have lost all of our innocence. We spent our childhoods pretending to be grown ups, and then we grew up too fast. Is this what we wanted? Like things aren't working out how we planned. Things are wrong, we're so jaded... There's drugs and booze and sex and we're living like rock stars without a second thought. Maybe without a first one either.
I hurt so deeply for him, because I know how hard it is to miss the family that we love so much.
I cried for her, because she is so mixed up, and turned around, and I want to help her, because I love her. But I don't know how.
I cry for the best friend I never see, who I feel like I am drifting from.
I hurt for the best friend I see every day, who I feel like I have lost.
I hurt for the one who takes a secret pleasure in the pain, because he is desperate to feel a connection. Or maybe because he loves the power.
... for the one I can't understand, but try so hard to.
... for the girl who loves everything and everyone so much. I hope so much that she is feeling it back.
... the girl who got lost, and i don't know how to find her.
... the one who needs to be better.

But most of all, I miss feeling like I mattered in people's lives, like it was important that I be there... I miss my friends. Even when I see them, I feel separate and awkward. Unwanted. Tonight I watched everyone drinking and partying and having fun. I laughed, and hugged and participated. Why did I leave feeling like the night was empty? I want to hug everyone, and kiss them on the forehead and drink fall spices with them and talk to them and fix everything. And make it good like when we were Lost in SanFranslation. We got lost in the damn Mission district and were smiling, why aren't we now?

... i hate parties.

If you remeber that you love me, i love you.

~E