THE DEAD
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CAPTAINS LOG
VOL 1. [ARCHIVE]
on friday i took the train out to oak grove and bought a guitar from a pretty blonde girl on facebook marketplace. the train ride was long. it was the first time i’ve gone all the way on the orange line. i listened to almost all of on avery island. i’m excited about the guitar. it’s a beautiful baby pink stratocaster mini. it’s been a long time since i’ve had an electric. i still dont have an amp, but a friend is giving me one next time i go home. i try to practice every day even if its just for ten minutes. i suck at guitar.
i stayed in bed most of the weekend. eventually i forced myself out of the house and ended up at a house party on the other side of my neighborhood. it helped me feel a little bit better. i spent most of the night in the kitchen talking to pretty girls. one of them made me a gin and tonic. i’ve never had a gin and tonic before. i’m scared of girls. i don’t do well at parties either. i’ve been scared of girls since i was very small. i don’t really know what makes me that way.
on monday night i paid some kid on reddit way too much money for a ticket to a show. it feels insane to spend 60 dollars to see a band i once paid 17 dollars to see. i dont know. maybe i’m hating. anyway. my best friend and i haved loved this band for a long time. when i was fifteen i wrapped a sewing needle up in thread and tried to give myself a heart tattoo. it hurt bad and i chickened out. that same night i poked the letters J M into my finger. if you look close enough you can still see it. everyone thought it was the initials of my first boyfriend. as if i was insane enough to even do that. i hated him then anyway. i would never do that for any man. okay maybe one.
the show was fun. really fun. they played never hungover again in full. i forgot that i knew every word to those songs. i wore a really stupid outfit and red lipstick and i danced with drunk girls who abandoned their drunker boyfriends. after it was all over i walked ana back to the train station. we sat there for a while until she had to leave. i walked from tufts to back bay. it was warm out but it was raining. i probably looked like a crazy person. walking down side streets in my ridiculous outfit singing to myself the same songs over and over.
i don’t care! i’m never gonna!!!!!!!
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it was moving so fast all the time, down thousands of different paths. i wanted to understand everything and know everyone. i think i went kind of crazy. have you ever lived through a tornado? i have. when i was small a tornado crossed the river and tore up my grandmothers house. i spent a lot of time there the week after. the lttle town smelled like grass and wet cement and rotten milk. my life feels a lot like that right now.
i dont really know what i want this project to become. i like having this site as my secret place. i don’t really think anyone reads this. belongstothedead.com is like my online bedroom that i get to rot away in.
my stomach has been in knots a lot lately.
it’s my grandmothers birthday today. i called her when i was waiting for the bus home from work. it started to snow. i really miss living close to her. a couple of weekends ago i went back to cincinnati to go to her retirement party. it was a really good weekend at home. time always goes by too fast when i’m there.
anyway. i think i saw every person i’ve ever met in ohio at her party. she’s animportant lady. i love her more than i’ve ever loved someone. i need to call her more often.
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i am very afriad of him but i think i love him anyway.
when i was a sopohmore in college i lived in an old brick building my school rented from another school. i lived in three different rooms in that dorm building. i spent most of my time in the basement. doing laundry, making phone calls, pacing back and forth under the window waiting for some other sign of life. this was about six months after the pandemic started. my world was really empty then. my roommate would go home a lot. on the weekends when campus was very very quiet i would lie down on the floor and listen to souvlaki on repeat. sometimes a little mouse would run across the old hardwood floors. i learned which songs he liked and didn’t like. son of sheba. i think about that time often.
there’s been a lot i’ve been afraid to write about. i never let that stop me before. i dont know what changed. my life has gotten really far from what i wanted it to be. i was once very close to having everything i ever wanted. i lost most of it. i dont remember what happened.
i’ll let you know if find out.
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i keep having dreams that i’m alone at your parents house and the snow outside piles up so high it covers all the windows.
i keep having dreams where you and me are wild dogs running down a dirt road that goes on forever.
im wondering if i am going insane inside my bedroom.
over the weekend i went all the way out to cambridge to catch a show at the elks lodge with maxi. i dont think i’ve been there since i was sixteen. we ended up getting kicked out because we were acting stupid. i really didn’t mind too much. it meant we got to sit on the stairs together and wait for the boys to come back outside. i liked that better. eventually the show ended and they all had to go back to worcester. i walked with them to the parking lot. i dont know when i’ll see her again but i hope its soon.
after that i got on a bus goin’ nowhere. i ended up at south station. i dont even know how. i stumbled around in the cold for a while until i found an open train station and then stumbled around some more.
i met my friends from middle school for a midnite screening of mulholland drive. i don’t really have anything to say about that. it was a really beautiful movie but sometimes i feel like i’m too stupid to understand whats going on. i dont know. being a girl is a living nightmare every day.
what ever.
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16:11
i dont mean to keep dissapearing.
i feel like i’m losing control. in the bad way this time.
there’s not a lot going on. things are mostly quiet. i wake up. i wash my hair. i go to work. i stare at the computer for a while. it doesn’t make me feel anything. i take the bus home. i stare at the celing for a while. i fall alseep. i wake up.
i miss home a lot. sometimes i’m not sure why i stay in the city. i dont know if there has ever been anything for me here. last weekend i went home and spent some time with my friends from seventh grade. there’s something really tender about friendships that seem to last forever. i embarass myself in front of them over and over and over again and they choose to love me anyway. i’m really lucky. i can’t get all sappy about it around them or they’ll call me a bitch. i dont mind.
one night in the summer we got in the car and took our guitars to the beach. we screamed for a while at the pitch black nothing atlantic ocean. then we got back in the car and screamed some more. it reminded me of the time we drove to philadelphia and pushed all the beds together so no one had to sleep on the floor. sometimes i worry that my life will never be like it was then.
all i ever want to do is play guitars and drink beers with them.
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23:33
sometimes it feels like this life is some kind of joke im not in on.
i walked around coolidge corner until i got too cold. i sat on a swingset for a while. that made me feel a little bit better. eventually i got on the train going downtown and ended up at a bar i used to go to with V before she moved to brooklyn. the bartender was playing some awful record and the men sitting beside me were talking a little too loud. i pretended i didn’t notice. it’s alright. i spent the next hour or two writing in my notebook and thinking about things that happened seven years ago.
there’s a place i used to go.
just a few streets down from my parents house.
it’s all overgrown with vines and weeds and the city has put up big red X marks in all of the windows. that was a couple of years ago now. i hope it stays like that forever. i hope they never knock it down. if they ever get around to it i’m almost certain a part of me will go with it.
i left pieces of my soul all over that building. my handwriting is all over the walls. my name carved into every brick. confessions written in ink that isn’t ever washing out.
a blonde haired boy used to meet me there when we were sixteen. we’d sit on the fire escape in the middle of february until we almost froze to death.
do you remember it like i do?
back when we were younger and braver and we both had a little more meat on our bones. he was only sweet to me then. i used to think that he so sweet he turned rotten. sometimes i still believe that.
i’ve been listening to that song he used to sing about a hurricane. the last night before he went out west we sat on the fire escape and he played it for me. he wore the ugliest sweater i think i’ve ever seen. all his teeth were still in his mouth.
i keep having to remind myself i hate him.
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18:47
i was really sick three weeks ago. i dialed my moms phone number about forty times but only called her once. she said there might be some coupons on her cvs account so i could get myself some sudafed. then she had to get back to work.
i stayed in bed for four days straight listening to radio transmission about hurricanes and floods. and i cried my eyes out for the mountain folk. i said a prayer for my brother down on the southern coast of florida.
winter is getting closer and i would be lying if i said i wasn’t scared.
i feel like im afraid all the time now. i haven’t been sleeping a lot but i been taking a lottttt of benadryl. i haven’t made anything that means anything. i spend all of my time staring at the celing trying to bring things back from the dead.
i had a dream a couple of weeks ago we were taking the bus together
you snapped at me and went cold. i stayed on the bus longer than i should have and i followed you all the way home.
i don’t always know what my dreams are trying to tell me, or if they’re trying to tell me anything at all.
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21:00
i’m feeling old and jaded.
i’m sitting on the curb under a full moon waiting for a friend.
time is moving slower now.
i almost don’t know what to do with all it.
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17:39pm
i’ll try to check in more often. i have a lot i want to tell you.
0804202400:08
it’s past midnight and we’re half naked
i think its twelve hundred degrees in my bedroom.
i am crying and you are covered in blood.
a winged creature circles above us
coming out of thin air
terrified and delirious
the creature makes himself small and crawls under the crack in my doorway.
he hangs above my old roommates door.
then he nosedives down the stairs and into the kitchen
there are so many times he almost leaves but doesn’t
every time he’s almost out the door he comes right back.
i put up the hood of my sweatshirt and pull the strings as tight as i can.
not today winged beast.
i cower in fear as a shirtless boy dances around the hallway, filthy kitchen rag in hand
trying to capture the creature in the most gentle way he knows how
vampirebatvampirebat
iloveyouiloveyou
tonight we are young and ugly and our teeth are almost falling out of our mouths
and it’s our last night before you leave the state
once it was the last night before you left the city
that was a long time ago
i was torn up then too.
hi. sorry it’s been a while.
summer is going by too fast. it’s all heat and flash. i think the good part is almost over. it was cold today. mostly i feel fine. i started teaching again. i started writing songs again too. about tigers. and about someones shoes. and about guns. i’ve been going on really long walks after i get out of work. it helps me stay away from the rot. on my walks i talk to myself and i talk to god and i talk to you too. something awful is going to happen soon. i got the news on a playground. we were talking and sitting close to each other for the first time in months. and we were laughing at something but now i can’t remember. and then we weren’t laughing and i was about to throw up.
the other day i took a walk to the grocery store. i bought a big bottle of lime juice, two big ugly tomatoes, and a container of pasta salad. it was hot out and i was dizzy. i sat on the curb and listened to a drug deal. a father trying to talk down the price of an eigth while his daughter spits away into a recorder. mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
sometime it feels like i’m the only living girl in this city.
sometimes it feels like nothing at all.
write soon.
S T A R T I N G // O V E R
the city is a living creature on it’s own. it eats and eats until it’s fat and ugly and there’s almost always too much noise.
but tonight it’s quiet. i am sitting on the floor in my filthy bedroom. surrounded by piles of laundry and dishes. it smells like patchouli and rotten apples. im sitting on the floor trying to crack every bone i can remember. and i’m thinking about cutting my hair.
the city is like a creature and the town i grew up in is like a ghost.
i won't say anything more about that.
all the college students have gone home to their parents houses to sleep in their old bedrooms.
i’m still around. i never really leave. sometimes i feel like a ghost too.
it gets really lonely here sometimes. it’s alright. i take the bus to work and i stare at the computer for a couple of hours. sometimes i take a walk over to lisa’s office for candy. she keeps tiny bars of chocolate in the back of a mini fridge. i walk back to my desk and i stare at the computer screen again. i try to find meaning in all of this. i take the bus home. i listen to songs you showed me in february. i try to find meaning in this. i get home and i lock myself up in my bedroom.
two weeks ago v and her boyfriend came up from brooklyn and slept in my bed. sitting next to her in the car makes me feel like i’m seventeen again. i got really sick after they left. i was delirious and fever dreaming. i called out of work.
i spent a lot of time staring at the ceiling
thinking about love
and about god
and about what it means to be a human on this earth.
it’s all simple to me.
i used to be an angry person. i used to hate everything.
but somewhere between then and now i learned that everything is about surrendering.
it’s about losing control in the good way.
did you know you could do that?
love is all about lessons.
love can only be true if you take people as they are.
its wrong to put expectations on people.
i think god is all about lessons too.
that it’s wrong to ask for anything.
i thought about god for a long time while i was staring at the ceiling.
i thought about science class in grade school when we learned that matter can’t be created. or destroyed. it just is. until it becomes something else.
and that everything is just a reconfiguration of something that used to be. it twists itself around in a way i don't think anyone can really understand. and i thought about how extraordinary it really is that everything in the universe could come together in perfect order to make those big brown eyes sunk into your face and to put you close to me.
i am young but my body feels very, very old.