Random Thought Bubbles

i'm watching gia at the moment. it's fast becoming one of my favourite movies.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, sylvia, amelie, memento, city of glass and anything mellow, sad, dramatic or just depressing.

how do you know when a junkie is lying? her lips are moving

i'm a junkie.

falling sick... or feel like i'm falling sick...

a bpd person makes for a very good yoyo. chronic feelings of emptiness indeed not offset by periods of satisfaction. sigh.

fix myself. how do i fix myself? how does a person who constantly undermines herself fix it?

skin. fingers. hands. eyes. lips. where did they all go? they regroup in mist clouds. out of focus. like looking through frosted glass. looking through ice, that doesn't melt. smell. sound. that lingers on for ages. after the memory of touch erodes. after fragments of time become hazy and yellow round the edges.

what do you do with a junkie girl who has no love? you forget the time. times.

you always think you have all the time in the world. tomorrow, tomorrow. there's always more time for other things. then suddenly a transparent thin slice of ceiling you thought would hold breaks through.