That girlfriend was abusive in the end. Left me for a guy she was banging at work. In 2018 i met who i thought would be the love i always wanted. We never fought, we supported each other emotionally. After 5 yrs tho she just says that i didn't "have anything going on" so she left. I took care of her she even credits me with helping her heal.. but ( Read more... )

Upon my last entry i see that i was surely in a state. Though i have been medicated off an on i still deal with depression. I have a girfriend finally . Shes a hard worker and treats me mostly like an equal which is better than most get in life. Shes pretty and geeky and sometimes very loud and passionate but i love her. SOmehow even though we have ( Read more... )

I had hoped id had healthy enough avenues of communication in my life not to warrant fucking writing to Noone reader.. Of course you..interlopers are here by some chance..and i hope you have learned something ...exactly WHAT ..i dunno ( Read more... )

upon reception of some spiritual spankings i am here again to blight your eyes and maybe make you laugh ( Read more... )

whew lots to catch up on. i will touch on everything that i can recall ( Read more... )

So i went to super taco yesterday...just to take my sister to dinner. And i find out that Martin, the owner got someone else to paint the murals INSIDE the new place....i was hurt.. i havent seen the other guys work but i am sure its great. O hope he tags on a nice price tag to go with it. The work i did on the outside of the place was done on ( Read more... )

Eric was this guy...like a funny gnome to have around. I havent known him very long..ya know.. this winter is all. Died in his sleep last night. Much in the same way i almost did. He had to take xanax whether he was addicted or not-i wont know. He had a perscription. He seemed sad about something all the time. Tho its just not up on the surface ( Read more... )

Oy so i finally feel like i can write and have something different to offer ( Read more... )

im finding myself afraid to have dreams ( Read more... )

its called "the joint" the only place one can hear live music in clemson..too bad its mostly hippie shit. But its a cool place none the less. Somehow just by coming and drinking beer and playing darts we've become staples...we meaning michael and i. its like our own little CHeers...where everyone knows your name. Ive learned that the younger Pete ( Read more... )