10 years tomorrow.

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Albeit immaturely, I liken this feeling to trying to carry in all the grocery bags from your car in one trip. The weight tears at the joints in your fingers and you're pretty sure your hands are going to fall off, but you just KNOW you can make it in one go. And you won't have to go back. So you do it ( Read more... )

This week, I accomplished something that I am truly proud of. Feels good.

I can't help but feel jaded having the AC running 75 at 10:30 pm.

"I'm sorry! I really am! I wanted to get out of this place! I want to live! I want to get away from here and never see it again! I hate everything about it!"

"You will hate the next place, too," I said. "What you are you will carry with you."

No, Receptionist Lady, you should definitely schedule another appointment for me. I was hoping to give you much more than the mere $1,525 I've paid you so far this month. I mean, it's not like I have to pay rent or anything.

(PS, my savings account hates you)

Maybe it wasn't a very good movie that day, or maybe she'd seen too many movies lately - she'd gone for the last eight straight days - but whatever the reason, Tessie couldn't concentrate. She kept thinking that if something happened to Milton, if he was wounded or, God forbid, if he didn't come back - she would be somehow to blame. She hadn't told ( Read more... )

*HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF*

I would have been really annoyed if I'd ended up with the ONE kind of cancer there's (basically) a fucking VACCINE for.

It's kind of amazing how much life can change in a few short months.

Adam died seven years ago today.