Alone and sobbing on my bathroom floor but not completely alone because I've got bottle of vouvray which happens to be all the companionship I can muster or need at the moment. That's where I'll be tonight. So fucking homesick and so fucking needy ( Read more... )

Fuck man. I don't even know anymore. I couldn't tell you the last time I was happy. Weeks ago. I'm exhausted. All I want to do is sleep. Right. Like that'll happen. I don't eat. Everyday I hear, "you need to eat something. You're getting too skinny." Whatever. I was going to go out tonight. Gato said I need sleep. A for effort?

I want people to stop acting weird. It's making me uncomfortable. And I am in dire need of a vacation. To California maybe? Sleep all day and watch movies all night with Miguel. Don't even have to think about anything 2000 miles away. Florida would be nice, too. Tell my post-Jenna life story to Jenna and hear what she has to say. Get that over with ( Read more... )

I want to be loved. Even more than that I want to feel loved.

I'm neither.

I'm learning to be more patient and understanding (I didn't even think that was humanly possible). I'm thinking instead of letting emotion get the best of me because I've finally come to realize that a good majority of the time I overreact for the stupidest reasons and just end up stressed out and looking like a silly little girl ( Read more... )

I feel so tired and weak. Enotionally exhausted ( Read more... )

To be happy (surprised that I'm not? Don't be). I want to not have to fight off a panic attack every time I think of the number 85,000. I want to not feel so empty. I don't want to just go from one day to the next. I want to LIVE. I want to be confident and self-assured, not relying on the compliments and comments of others. I want to learn to be ( Read more... )

Or straight up hopeless ( Read more... )

I hate ( Read more... )

I miss the TL. Ha! Yeah, not really. There's a lot I forgot to write down, though. I don't remember what it is now. I wish I did ( Read more... )