You died on 27 October, 2008, a little more than a month before you would have been eleven. It was the worst day I can remember ( Read more... )

       Everyone is so fucking concerned that oh my fucking god you actually might have to do work this year. You are so concerned that you are now expected to do what everyone else on the goddamned planet has to do: fucking make yourself get up before two o'clock in the afternoon. Face failure. Do homework. Deny yourself certain pleasures in the ( Read more... )

Al l of today's ugliness erased by the deer in the yard that let me go right up to it.

I 'm trying to be fair about this. I left you. I know that. I fucked up and I hurt you. But you do not have carte blanche to do whatever the fuck you want as a result. You are not without fault, and my paranoia - if that's what it is - has a very valid basis, you'll recall.
She calls every day. That's a little strange. Three facebook posts in a row ( Read more... )

 You, of all people, have surprised me. Who knew you had such a huge inner dirtbag.

Really. Changing the answering machine greeting so I'm no longer on it and then her calling the very same night? All very transparent. You not coming home last night? I don't even need to wonder where you were.
I never knew you at all. 
Did you want to fuck things up ( Read more... )

I don't even know what to do any more.

I've been so awful to almost everyone that I know that it's almost impossible to start all over again. Now I'm losing the person who means most to me in the world. And I don't even know how to stop crying long enough to tell him that we're going to be ok.

I'm sorry Raina that  I was never be the person you ( Read more... )

Thank you Chels and RC for a really good time last night, when I actually forgot about being sad 
That's why you guys are my best buds *hugs*

Do any of you have a myspace? If so, pls post the link in the comments section. Except Heather.

 Dear Douchebag ( Read more... )

YOU

Name: Dana
Age: 26
Location: Uhm, My room
What do you look like? 5'6, brown eyes, red hair, big cans

THEM

Name: Steve
Age: 22. Fuck.
Location: Uhm, his house
What do they look like? Absolutely gorgeous

IN THE BEGINNING

When did you first meet? At the mall. He was staring at me when I was walking to work. When I turned around, he was still staring at me.
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