Can't sleep.
Heart sad.
writing down the bones alone/ with the aid of poets and songwriters. a place to be safe in a unsafe world. kat finley
I'm watching Gone Girl again.
And for some reason I thought of Chris. Chris cheating. How much it hurt after I felt like I did so much for him. And I wanted a baby so much.
I still don't have one. It still breaks my heart.
This one is gorgeous. So many beautiful phrasings. And the refrain--You caused this. Fuck yes.
Youth
Daughter
Dude. Now I'm listening to the love letter playlist on Spotify. Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machines is one of my all-time favourite songs. It's so big and wondrous. Now it's Death Cab (!!!! Yay) and the beautiful, sensitive Passenger Seat. Their lyricism is really something. Oh man now Feist and Ben Gibbard!! Mind blown. Mmm.
One day there will exist a man next to me. And he will be my passenger seat. My cosmic love. My train song. He will be sparks and fading into me and destiny and green eyes. Oh man what! Zero 7 is on this?! Yes! He will be equally enthused. His love for the playlist or for ee cummimgs or neruda or whatever other life-shattering love poetry shall not, however, rival his love for me.
He shall be mine and I shall be his.
But first to my own happiness. And to the bliss of enjoying this playlist uninhibited or encumbered.
Now I'm listening to Damien Rice and crying. Water without sound. Like last night's storm. Lightning without the thunder. Lightning piercing my heart.
Maybe it can revive itself.
I feel alone. Intellectually I know it's my own doing but it's not any more palatable. I still feel like a kid who hasn't grown up even though my face looks old in the mirror.
I miss him. I don't think he ever understood. I think it was all bullshit. How can I miss what never was. I want to scream. I want someone to slap me. Hard. I want to forget.
In the day I try. In the night I can't protect myself. My nightmares are paralyzing. I don't even want to sleep but I need to. I just took six milligrams of melatonin for the simple reason that I cannot sleep. I've never been a girl like this. The more he turns me away the more I want his attention. It makes me physically ill.
My head is on fire. My heart is ashes.