2012
Moved, to ameliazing.posterous.com.
Thank you for the journey to date.
Fresh
It feels so difficult to love you. Yes... this is it. I have found the words. And I feel defeated.
I don't know what to do with myself.
When all is said and done
I have let it go tonight. It is perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done. May the new year be full of peace, love, and less tears and emotional drama. May the year bring more trustworthy friends. I cannot say I have not tried enough. I don't wish for happiness because it seems unattainable to me, but peace will be more than enough.
Come on, come out
I feel so helpless. Nothing I can do to please everyone. And I guess I need to stop trying to make things better, when I cannot.
Thieves by She & Him
There's thieves among us
Painting the walls
All kinds of lies, and lies
I never told it allWhat's in my pocket
You never knew
You didn't know me well
So well as I knew youAnd I know
And you know too
That a love like ours
Is terrible newsBut that won't stop me crying
No, that won't stop me
Crying over youI'm not a prophet
Old love is in me
New love just seeps right in
And it make me guiltyWhy do you look like that
It's not all that bad
I'll see you sometime
Sometimes lonely isn't sadAnd I know
And you know too
That a love like ours
Is terrible newsBut that won't stop me crying
No, that won't stop me
Crying over youWe two are makers
Just made this mess
Two broken hearts don't beat
Any less.
I knew it would happen this way.
Blue Christmas
I wish you well, honey. I feel sorry that we had to end, this year.
I couldn't save us. And Christmas couldn't, too.
Amelia L
Old Posterous: Cold as the Danish Alps
I write only because, there is a voice within me, that will not be still.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
- Sylvia Plath
To have a pure heart, and always be true, means that a lot of life is spent in sorrow. But I wouldn't be happy or alive at all any other way."
- Elizabeth Wurtzel
It was empowering to revisit some of the most dismal times of my life and cast them in prose. They no longer owned me after that.
- Manic, Terri Cheney
Inside here it is sterile, it is drab, the light is artificial and too bright, but at least no one can touch me.
- Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
- Cyril Connolly
It'd be nice if you could take some time to read the vision of To Write Love On Her Arms. Thank you if you do.
This is a personal journal. All photos are from my personal stash unless otherwise stated.
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