Dreams of Mars

Something Is Killing Tate – a quote.

[Man bangs on door and yells repeatedly for ex-fiancee.]
Kid: You know she’s at work, right?
Tate: Yeah, I just- I just forgot.
Kid: You gonna wait for her to get back?
Tate: She’s worth it, isn’t she?
Kid: Yeah, she is. But don’t worry, you’ll get her back.
Tate: What makes you so sure?
Kid: ‘Cause she loves you and you love her.
Tate: Yeah, I do.
Kid: I got to ride my bike today.
Tate: I see, you having fun?
Kid: Yeah.
Tate: I haven’t had fun in a long time.
Kid: Maybe you should get a bike.
Tate: Maybe I should.
Kid: Well, I’m gonna go ride my bike now.
Tate: Okay, I won’t hold you up.
Kid: Okay.. Bye.
Tate: Bye.
Kid: Oh wait, I almost forgot.
[Kid hugs Tate]
Kid: Thanks.
Tate: You’re welcome.
(c) Something Is Killing Tate

SPOILER
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5:14 AM | 12/28/09
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New Year’s Resolutions

- Change this nature of mine, and deal with my anger better.

- Eat less meat, adapt to a healthier diet.

- Rid myself of all hygiene products that aren’t vegan and cruelty-free.

- When someone recommends something, try it.

- Actively take steps to begin practicing Hellenic Reconstructionism.

- Everytime I think of him, I am to breathe deep and exhale, cleansing my mind of him.

- Let go of my bitterness for everyone, realize that people make mistakes, and no-one means to be a bad person.

- Have much, much more patience with this little blue bird who apparently really likes The Police.

- Spend more time with Chandler, take more pictures of her.

- Open myself up to this new love of mine, and accept whatever happens, happens.

8:32 PM | 12/26/09
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All I ever wanted was to never leave this bed.

I have nowhere to go… in the sense that there is no release for me now… DoM is down, so I’m a little lost. I’m listening to Amanda Palmer. I was listening to Bif Naked earlier, and will probably go back to that at some point.

I want you to know I needed time to rest.
And, I must confess to you.
I am hardest on myself.
All I ever wanted was to try to do my best.
And I want tell the truth now.
I am unwell.

After awhile, I just lay down.
After awhile, my chin ain’t up.
Bare-knuckle fighter in the third round.
After awhile, it’s all bad luck.

Save me. Save me from myself.
Drowning in the wishing well.
I will try to rise above.
I am never good enough.

I want you to know that I needed time alone.
Don’t you try to tell me that you really didn’t know.
All I ever wanted was to never leave this bed.
And I want to tell the truth – my smile is just pretend.

After awhile, I got sleepy.
After awhile, safety lasted.
After awhile, disenchanted.
After awhile, I just fasted.

After awhile, I just lay down.
After awhile, my chin ain’t up.
Bare-knuckle fighter in the third round.
After awhile, it’s all bad luck.

I’m no good for you.

After Awhile © Bif Naked

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mum’s death, I am not sure how I am going to handle that, probably just treat it as another day, s’what I usually do.
Today is slow, rather tedious, I don’t like it.

I need to read my new Christopher Pike book, I abandoned V.C. Andrews a few days ago.

November was an awful month for me, because as I’d expected… I fell very, very hard for this man, and I don’t think he reciprocated.. Regardless, he leaves me with no feelings of guilt or regret, and even if I never speak to him again, these memories will always be held deep inside albeit painful they may be.. because this man I’ve adored for so long was there, and I touched him, and that was enough.

Thank God we can come to terms with that. This pain was unbearable… I wanted so badly to just be gone, but I can never lose that last shred of hope, and how tightly I cling to it. I relapsed that week, hard. I guess I better re-embrace that lifestyle, because it brings me some comfort, and how I did miss the sight of my own blood.

11:49 AM | 12/02/09
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