I love being blamed for something that wasn't even my idea to begin with. Yeah, I screwed up, but in the end it was never my place to make these decisions. An apology would be nice.

Yeah, I'm still not getting it. Finding your "prince charming"? Being a princess on your wedding day (btw, has anyone who ever wanted that ever looked up what it was like being a princess on her wedding day? It's not fun)? Being the queen of your home? I don't get it ( Read more... )

I am not like him...I'd prefer to hang myself.

Slamming the door doesn't do much. I'm still torn between crying and putting my fist through a wall.

My apartment's sexy and my roommate looks really nice ( Read more... )

I just want to destroy something.

Come on, Fall. I need to get out of this fucking city and away from a few people.

A holiday on my own is sounding pretty good atm.

So much stuff going on. I want to be held like a small child after waking from a nightmare and be told everything will be ok. Then, I want solutions and help achieving the solutions.

I feel like the protagonist in "Eraserhead". Please God, may Fall come quickly.

If it's not one thing it's another. So it goes.

One day around my birthday (maybe next summer or the summer after) I'm going to go to the Cape. Rent a little room for myself and relax by the ocean. Maybe then I'll uncoil? Only one way to find out.

RIP Saramago. So long and thanks for all the novels. Hopefully I'll be able to meet you in the afterlife where I can properly thank you.