Dear Diary ( Read more... )

*Draws on herself.* ...So, yeah. I'm tired... and I think after this I'll go to bed ( Read more... )

I don't have enough of a social life for this. =3 *Raises a finger to her lips in thought.* .. but, I kinda made a small promise to myself I'd try every other day. So, here we go ( Read more... )

I don't like him. .. But I like him. He's needy, clingy and flirty and I hate that he hangs on Terra. But he's funny and soft and fun to poke. Fuck. God damn it. Ugh.. nevermind. It's late.. and I'm tired, and I didn't even get a chance to say goodnight back. Maybe I'll wake up and feel better.

I'm grasping at straws here. What to do with my vast amount of time. Time others seem to have as well, but have more pleasant things to do, or work to consume their time. I wish I had work.. or an attractive mind set. I wish I could find people I could truly like and want to spend time with, instead of people who I feel are only interested in me ( Read more... )

I can be so fucking possessive.. it sucks. *Sigh ( Read more... )

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Okay.. so I feel a little better. But, god.. I hate crying ( Read more... )

...Why am I back here? Loneliness I suppose. I have so much pent up worry and.. Fuck if I know how to explain this without going into much detail. That's why I hate this place. They call it a journal, a place to vent and let all of your feelings out, but then it's still public.. But if it wasn't public, I'd never use it. So can it truely be called ( Read more... )

So, I've been kinda... ignoring this place here. I think it's partly due to the fact that I just have nothing good to say whenever I get the urge to type out anything. The atmosphere is a bit bright for me here, also. Unlike a lot of people, I don't listen to light music to feel light.. and looking at a white background while I type doesn't make me ( Read more... )