until my someday is today.

Once upon a time, I never went to Disney World. Neither did Bailey. The end.

You're in here now. This entry is just for you.

But let the record show that I stole "heart" from Jeff.

Heart is heavy and so is the burden ( Read more... )

With my back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against.
Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists.
And I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse.
Or I could keep it inside, and hide it.
In hopes my avoidance will cure it.
But there's no time for this.

You fear that refusing what you are fed means you'll go hungry. I fear that you may never know what it is to have an appetite. Another tear shed in the noble name of concern. I know you're confused, but take heart! Soon they'll tell you how to feel, and you will. You always do.

And treasures stay hidden till bold and brave enough is the one who realizes he was searching for it.

It doesn't sit right. In my stomach. In my heart of hearts. In my head. On the paper. It's all wrong. I don't have the fancy words, the big books, and the calculated responses, but of this I am sure... should the day come when I believe that you're telling the truth, I'm getting out, and with my world so shattered, I'll never look back. The ( Read more... )

Ah consider what great crisis was averted with a little honesty. Breathe easy. The day is almost over.

Two woots for a roomie free weekend. Sometimes I like having a roomie, other times I'd prefer to be without one. This bi-polar activity makes it really fabulous that mine seems to be absent so often. It's like the best of both worlds ( Read more... )

And so our story begins once upon a Sunday morning at 3:46 am. Oh wait... I think it's 4:46? No that can't be right. Okay, our story begins at whatever time this is, which is actually irrelevant because that's not the beginning of our story at all ( Read more... )