As Cathleen's death comes closer my mood seems to be worse. You know, that feeling when you want to scream and cry and just hurt everything and everyone in site, but you just cant, no matter how bad you want to? My body physicaly hurts from all the pent up rage inside. Ive become bitter towards all my frinds and family, almost wishing harm on ( Read more... )

I love my bed. And my hottub. And my plushy. And my friends. You know what I dont like? Cars that dont work. Fucking cars....

Seventh Level of Hell ( Read more... )

I guess its time for me to start doing this again ( Read more... )

Fuck, Fuckingly Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I have lost all desire to sleep and Im finding myself quite lonley through the nights. I used to escape in my sleep, when the world I lived in went to Hell every single day. But now I have nothing to loath, to hate, or even to be dissatisfied with, so I find no point in sleeping. I have a wonderful boyfriend, ( Read more... )

Ive never been to good at keeping a journal. Unless I am traveling, I love to travel. "Oh the places you'll go". But Ive been in a real dump lately and I was mad a alot of people for no reason. I made them mad at me. But things are better cause I was up untill about 4 AM making things all right with them. Im getting syked about Halloween ( Read more... )

I just signed up for LiveJournal. A journal online. Ive heard people say to me, "Why would anyone want a live journal? One would think that when you write in a journal, it is supposed to be private." I thought about this. And no, that is a diary. What one writes in a diary I can see as being private. But a journal is just a log of one's ( Read more... )