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I was in acoustics class this semester; I’m pretty sure I failed. The exam was really hard, and the prof was Swedish, and i spent way too much time drinking hot chocolate and playing Gold Strike on my Macbook. We learned some fun stuff though. Like about autotuning and Theremins.Posted By Alyssa Johnson On 04.19.2011 @ 11:52 am
it’s waking up knowing that the need to function isn’t really a need, its a want you have to care for and treat delicately.
it’s that fragility that you spend hours contemplating because function has became an option but deteriorating seems far too cliche.
it’s knowing somethings wrong and not fixing it; not because tomorrow is too far away, but because it is so damn close.
it’s time better spent towards working to the top instead used to make yourself the worst.
it’s being awkward, not because your social skills are undeveloped but for the very fact that breathing like a normal person makes your skin crawl.
it’s hands you can’t forget but you totally regret
it’s allowing todays to cease, yesterdays to move, and being scared of the next second.
it’s going to sleep with teardrops falling on your head and whispering, ‘that doesn’t mean that I am dead.’
it’s your grotesque, naked reflection that vividly replays in your mind as you go to lunch
it’s what you’ve finally admitted to becoming: yourselfPosted By Alyssa Johnson On 09.13.2010 @ 9:08 am
cleary the evidence here is there truely is only one word. The tv at 3 am is proof i’m not going to sleep well. I need to have sex. I need a release. I work and sleep and work and repeat. I feel like wasted potential. In all senses. I wish I filled anyone one of the goals my family had for me as a child.Posted By alyssa johnson On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
Can you handle the words pouring from my eyes? The gapping amounts of salt flowing into my mouth? Of course not, I don’t except you to. Because you think you understand, “I’ve been through it to.” But you weren’t in love with Jessica Bryant. You weren’t held the way I was by Jessica Bryant. You weren’t screaming after Jessica Bryant as she let you on your own front step. So no, you cannot handle the words pouring from my eyes.Posted By Alyssa Johnson On 11.19.2009 @ 7:27 pm