Notes from the Underground

I’m going through old notebooks all under the process of *packing* of course. Been finding interesting little tidbits here and there. Mostly pages and pages of stuff I wanted to blog about or write about or remember… chicken scratches that I can hardly read.

But here are a few that I found worth recording.

8/04 (Hello Big D!)

“Senselessnothingness, I’m engulfed in. Indifference. Stuck and I don’t care. This is not me. And I don’t care. I hate this person, this me, and I don’t care.”

1/08

“Sometimes I just need words. I need to hear him say he wants all the things we casually talk about. In my worse moment of doubt I really think I have to leave him to have a family someday. But even the remote idea of leaving him means leaving me. Leaving us.”