I'm missing someone who's not there, dwelling on things that never happened, replaying conversations that never took place, as you can see I am clearly fucked up ( Read more... )

I'm always fine until about nine o' clock. Then things get bad. I get lonely, real lonely. I'm always surrounded by friends, my roommates, people, all the time, I'm never alone, but somehow always "alone". I sit at my computer Paramore blasting out of the speakers so that I can't hear my thoughts. So that I can just pretend they're not there and ( Read more... )

It's that time of year, want to love me? Check out my wish list on Amazon and show me some birthday love!

Something. . . ANYTHING! C'mon, really! I'm so bored! Let's go!

Still nada. (We have Nada III!) Kayla's feeling better. This computer class is a joke. The only reason I didn't test out it because I don't know how to use Power Point very well. I want to go home, I have an article review due at eleven for my Elementary Music Methods class. I wish this keyboard had a wrist rest. MEJ is like the only magazine that ( Read more... )

Nothing. Kayla's sick. Nothing. Emmet is almost housebroken. Nothing. School is going swimmingly for once. Nothing. Work is just, well, there. Nothing ( Read more... )

My shoes are organized, the my chem poster is up, clean sheets on the bed, you can see my floor, laundry's in the washer. I actually did something this weekend. I kept myself busy and kept myself from thinking too much. That was nice.
Look what we got:


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I think I let go. I've gotten it out of my system. He's a great guy and it's cool to talk to him when I get a chance but the fantasy is over. That's all on that subject, forever I hope ( Read more... )

Dear Courtney ( Read more... )

He's not going to e-mail you back.
Get over it.
How many times are you going to let this guy get to you?