Things are better. I spilled my guts. He understood. He's making much effort to accomidate my needs. 
I have a new journal on Blogger that I'm using now. It's private. 
If you are incredibly interested and can't live without my posts, ask me and I just might give you the link.

Love,
Angela

What happens when you're dating a man who admits to getting his way all the time as a child because he could manipulate his parents?
What happens when you realize that he's been manipulating you all along?
What happens when his manipulation is just his way of problem solving?
What happens when you're a compassionate woman who just wants her partner ( Read more... )

Living exhausts me.  

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I think I may have this: http://www.psychnet-uk.com/dsm_iv/hypoactive_sexual_desire_disorder.htm

The anniversary of my grandma's passing is this week. I am worried about my aunts and uncle and how they will deal with the anniversary. I'm very happy for my mom because she's going to visit her 2 sisters who are isolated from everyone else in NJ. It'll help her cope while being with her sisters.

Meanwhile, my dad's Uncle Mick passed away this week ( Read more... )

Last night was Katie's birthday and of course we met at New World Brewery. Bianca made this bad ass cake that was shaped like an octopus, had a cigarette in it's red lips, big blue eyes, and a scarf. It was orange and basically represented Katie if she were an octopus. The tentacles were made of Fruity Pebbles treats (like rice crispies) and the ( Read more... )

Two things I'm going to try to never do again:
1. See a scary movie, if I can help it. And by this I mean an actual scary movie ... not like Saw or something dumb like that.
2. Drink alcohol.  -Not because I had a horrible experience with it or anything, but because it is no longer needed, desired, or beneficial. 

In my psychology class, he mentioned studies that have been done that say if you write in a journal about your problems, your overall psychological health is better than those who do not write in a journal.
So even though I've got this online journal, I've been writing in a non-computerized journal. I keep having this feeling of being trapped, and I ( Read more... )

I saw some old art friends of mine tonight. My old teacher, who bought a painting of mine way back when. A guy I had a crush on, but gave up on because other people came around. He's still super sweet - and out of rehab apparently.

Very strange meeting old faces again.