Lost.

Honestly, I don't fit in anywhere.

..sigh..

I don't think I have been as happy as I was this weekend, cooking french fries, while Mike was grilling hamburgers, and then him coming inside grabbing me and dancing with me. It's silly and doesn't matter much to anyone else but I love little moments like that. I still have a smile on my face..

i'm coming home!

What the hell am I doing here? 
I'm not the person who likes to be a loner. 
I miss everyone entirely too much. 
I want my family. 
I hate these people I'm living with....

to go mad, to suicide or to
continue?

sitting here now is 
ridiculously perfect: there's 
nothing to compare it 
with.

a palsied past and a short 
future.

on days like this 
one can be depressed by 
the message in a fortune
cookie.

November creeps in on all fours
like a leper.

there still might be a place
for us 
somewhere.

it's not the doing
it' ( Read more... )

I'm done. Thats it. I'm done.

I'm so tired of being let down, after everything you say.

I shouldn't get off the phone feeling worse than when I called.

You were in a bad mood, but i needed someone to talk too. I'm tired of having to wait until its a good time for you.

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I don't know if it's going to last the full ten months... i think I want to come home early.