I am and have been quite ill for the past three days. Then I just thought about the randomest things while everyone was at school doing whatever. I pondered the thought of why so many people found me confusing and have come up with a decent answer finally. I believe it has something to do with my being an army brat, I am very used to moving away ( Read more... )

I am so glad to have a friend like you, someone to push me down at my high times, someone to take away the little self-esteem boosts I gather here and there. Knowing you said that I didn't deserve that 1 throws me for a loop. How could I not deserve it? I got it didn't I? You can't really cheat something like that. Maybe there is something I ( Read more... )

4 cups of coffee can lead to many a profound thing, I went to that poetry slam had some coffee and found myself strangely inspired to do the same thing that they were, so here is a poem ( Read more... )

I have to stop living like this, I feel bad because I now realize how afraid of everything I am. I don't want to hold back, but part of me feels like I have something to lose. I can't seem to make up my mind about anything anymore, I feel like a little kid at the candy store who has to ask all his friends which candy he should buy...Be single? ( Read more... )

Though I am just as guilty in this as anyone else I still must make my rant to it. The friends one has are there for a reason, because they care, they don't sit around and watch you suffer in the corner all the time. This is the flaw in most hopelessly depressed cases, they forget what is right there in front of them, their friends. People seem ( Read more... )

Mat is right, this is my livejournal, a tool made with the soul purpose of ranting in a non-direct fashion. Fine Caitlin you win, whatever, I don't care. I hate being called honeybunch. "But does anyone notice, but does anyone care, and if I had the guts to put this to your head, but would anything matter if you're already dead, and should I be ( Read more... )

This is getting pretty funny. I don't ever recall saying that I didn't like you, I just never told anyone that I did, and that is a completely different matter than telling someone flat out you don't have feelings for them and dogging them out with the back up of a group of friends. EN GARDE CAITLIN!

If the weather reflects the current emotional state of Mother Nature, I will lay odds she committed suicide.

Time for some insight that pertains to my peronal life. Remember when you were a kid? That story that your parents would tell you that would hopefully stop you from telling fibs. The Little Boy Who Cried Wolf, or in my case the girl who cried wolf; there is a long drawn out explanation for this whole story but I don't feel the need to tell it ( Read more... )

The other day I was confronted by the last person I ever expected to even talk to, the eldest of the Isdale children. She took me aside and asked me why I didn't like her, which completely threw me for a loop for the rest of the evening. I don't understand how she got the idea I didn't like her because, I, in fact haven't ever had a conversation ( Read more... )