addicted to
i'm not here to win
i'm here to leave a legacy
this can't be happening
it's the passion that drives you
endorphins
pain
exhaustion
chasing this insane dream
perfection
tagboard ;
guestbook

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life
yesterday was scary. i know i already blogged about it. but it's just replaying over and over in my head. the whole feeling of severe breathlessness. it was like i was trying to breathe but i couldn't. well actually it wasn't like that, it was that. i know i usually get asthma during fri trng sessions, but never has it ever been that bad. and i took so long to recover to normal breathing. sigh.mmm, what you say?
mm, that you only meant well?
well, of course you did.mmm, what you say?
mm, that it's all for the best?
ah of course it is.mmm, what you say?
mm, that it's just what we need?
and you decided this.mmm what you say?
what did she say?
she said it's normal. they both did. they wouldn't know because they don't understand the amount of pain i go through every time i run. that wouldn't matter, i suppose. it never does. we all know that nobody's about to bring me to see the doc.
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
speak no feeling, no i don't believe you.
you don't care a bit.
you don't care a bit.