Pogy.

What to do with him.
I love him.

But he no longer loves me.

Story of my life I suppose.

This is why I hate working here sometimes. It's super boring, and it gives my brain time to wander. It gives me time to look at pretty boys on the internet. Gives me time to let my mind think of fantasies that leave me squirming in my seat when it's all said and done ( Read more... )

I guess that's all I can say at this point.

And the more I push, the more he pulls... Eventually we're just going to throw ourselves over this bridge.

What am I suppose to say?

What am I suppose to feel?

Is it suppose to be ok?

It's not that I want to die, because that would be far too horrible for the ones who care about me. But I desire to cease to exist. After everything... all I've worked for... All he can tell me is that he doesn't want to be intimate with me... and that I don't make him happy anymore. Shortly after I slipped in the bath and banged my head on the ( Read more... )

Whatever, I'm not ashamed, I'm fucking frustrated. Listen to Celine Dion on a fucking Sunday morning while the rest of the house is asleep, and you get NOSTALGIA. Especially when you've been listening to her since BEFORE Titanic. Yeah for me. So Laurel is having fun at College. Me? I'm being a teenage girl. Jeez. Yeah ok... I miss Richard. I find ( Read more... )

Well well ( Read more... )

"Except if it's not" she said and pulled the trigger ( Read more... )

I feel... lonely, almost betrayed. I told him how I felt, tried to explain to him how empty I felt... and he said he was fine with the way things were.. and that he didn't really want to do things that were romantic. I don't know if I want to be with him anymore... I want to go home. I want him to love me like he did. That almost.. needed love. We' ( Read more... )

When did I become this way ( Read more... )

No matter what happens, the future will be littered with pain and disappointment. Our job is simply to soldier on when the wind blows harder than we've ever felt. When the rain falls, and when the lightning strikes while we shiver in a dark room, it's always somewhere within us... The ability to go on. The strength to carry on. The will to live ( Read more... )