I feel so happy, so content, every morning I wake up next to him.

Everyone says that getting involved with something you're passionate about is the best thing you can do for yourself, your future, and your life. I'm always nervous that when I try to do something new, or join a new group, that everyone is going to think I'm weird, and want me to go away. It really shouldn't matter though. Self appearances and ( Read more... )

I don't deny
I love almost every word that passes from your lips,
your lips to mine,
but there's doubt,
it's not scary,
questioning just isn't something I like to do.
Knowing, or not knowing at all, is better.

I feel like the good, well functioninf version of me again. I don't know what it is, or I'm going to convince myself I don't, so I can hold onto this.

I still have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life, but I know what I like to do with my spare time. It's a start.

Comming back here, even in these first few short days, has made me realize how much I can never come back. Not until we're all grown up and can look back with clarity ( Read more... )

I'm going to go be photo-tastic.

Not to be a downer again, but its easier to think these things through if I write them out ( Read more... )

I almost don't care if I make it home for Thanksgiving ( Read more... )

I could tell such stories, I could tell such lies. I could say everything the makes me wonder ( Read more... )

This weekend was great this weekend. But it's the kind of great I want to forget, the kind I hate, the kind that makes me hate myself. It's the kind that makes me want to die right now.