yesterday was exhausting.
today, we ran for the cure.

love, jessieh

and if we had any time

we'd write...

but instead she sticks pictures that don't belong to her up here.

love, jessieh

(I will write tonight. Tonight. I will write.)

Image of Memory

love, jessieh

How I feel tonight: Lower than a dog

and for all the wrong reasons.

There have been many opportunities in my life for me to feel lower than a dog.

Right now though,

I am the angriest I have been in quite some time.

I am angry at the psychosis of the family I was born into.

and even Freud couldn't fix it.

the more than angry, but can't find a better word,

jessieh

PS: and sometimes I wonder why I even care about people to begin with, why I love. I just can't help myself. Or maybe I somehow like the idea of self-punishment. That must be it. I like feeling like crap. Exactly.

I can't think I'm so mad and I don't want to stop writing because I don't know what my other choices of coping mechanisms are right at the moment because I am not being rational and logical and

the end has to come somewhere.

off to the bathroom. to lock myself in it to think.

(no positive connotation implied)

For those who keep up with time.

I have 300+ pages of homework or something.

I'm exhausted.

Here's to:

Jenny Holzer

and a sleep.

love, jessieh