oneword.: Limit
it feels like that, as if my limit is already reached, as if i can't tolerate a scrap more of this sick sad feeling. sometimes i wish she was eighteen already and then i wouldn't feel as responsible, sometimes i wish she was still 10

oneword.: send: "Today I promise I will send my christmas cards, this means of course that as per usual I am too late for all the overseas people, why can't I be more organised? "

oneword.: snapshot: "I remember that afternoon as if it were yesterday. In the snapshot you are sitting, your shoulders slightly turned away, your head in your hands. That was the day that I was going away to Melbourne for three weeks. I should have known, from that photo, that of all your qualities, trust wasn't one of them. "

oneword.: bypass: "I didn't want to take the bypass, I mean if I did that I might miss something and heaven forbid, I don't want to miss anything! I mean what if right there, on the slow road, what if right there, was the one thing that I have been looking for all of this time? "

oneword.: punch: "i want to punch you, i should tell you that but instead i avoid you or i smile and pretend that you aren't the most infuriating human on earth "

oneword.: thread: "maybe that is all it is, the sharp tear as the threads that bind us together are torn from me and you run and i can't find the scissors fast enough to cut you free "

oneword.: three: "maybe it is my lucky number or maybe not? either way it follows me, influences me, haunts me. everything seems to occur in threes, love, hate, drama...just give me a three minute break. "

oneword.: drama: "Inside me it wells and settles as she comes and leaves the house and I want it to stop, I want some peace from this fear-filled drama. In her eyes I see her determination, she calls it love, that boy, I hate him "