You take me down with your quiet Of all the weapons you fight with Your silence is the most violent – Tell Me How, Paramore * * * * * * I used to think that people were so lucky to have friends to spend time with (because I hardly have any) but lately I’ve … Continue reading
Category Archives: Diary
Hayley Williams
Reality will break your heart Survival will not be the hardest part It’s keeping all your hopes alive When all the rest of you has died – 26, Paramore Ten years ago, I was in my carpool on the way to school, not quite awake, when CrushCrushCrush came on the radio and changed my life … Continue reading
MJM
Caring for someone who’s depressed means you’ll always second-guess yourself. I should have encouraged her to be strong and maintain her workload / I should have told her to relax and take it easy. I should have made her go out and meet her friends and do what used to make her happy / I … Continue reading
Woops
Someone asked me what I could share about the art and science of marketing and being in a sad mood / birthday tipsy I ranted that: – the process of creating a marketing strategy begins with the segmentation of the population (putting people into boxes) and selection of the target market (judging the worth of … Continue reading
Hello world 2
There are almost no pictures of me here; I have no idea how many people read this blog and know me in real life / care who I am in real life. I’d rather make it irrelevant (focus on the message, not the messenger), etc etc. But this is probably my favorite picture of myself, … Continue reading
Snapshots from lives I could have lived
This site is dead now. I find it rather appropriate that it died around the same time that part of my life ended – the part I lived in these places and had the same musings about random pretty girls on the train or stumbling along the avenue with their friends on Friday nights. * … Continue reading
A Polite Desire
For most anyone else, it would be a bittersweet film about a relationship that couldn’t last but nevertheless made each person better for knowing the other. For me, it’s about the impossible longing to go back to the moment where everything could have been changed. To correct the trajectory that was a fraction of a … Continue reading