Hello darkness, its nice to meet you again, its been way too long. I want to be able to write like I used to. I'm not sure if its a combination of my unorganized thoughts or my inability to fire up the creative writing process since my mind is so discontent and unfocused these days, but I can't even get a start like I used to. I am freaking out and ( Read more... )

I really cannot help but think that I'm not doing the right thing here. I can't help but think that I'm ruining my life. I can't help but finally realize that we have nothing in common, and there is no way this is going to last. I can't help but to conclude that, ultimately, I will be in this alone. Being in this alone is not at all what bothers me ( Read more... )

Still happy. That is all.

PS: I must admit, I do miss Chad, but not in a way I ever have before. I can't help but wonder from time to time "what could have been." But I know what I have now and I think its a good thing and it is certainly not worth risking on something that I've already had time and time again.

I just needed to do a little ranting and raving about the latest, so here goes. (Do not expect any organization to this post, because I'm really just going to rattle it off as it comes to me ( Read more... )

I feel burned out.

Like I'm chugging along to the finish line on gas fumes.

I haven't posted about Shayla here, yet. That can come next week. I'm too angry right now.

On I lighter note, I really just want to be in love. << How sickening.

I am so through with you.

The whole Transatlanticism CD does something to me, but mostly its The New Year that really gets me ( Read more... )

Legit deeeeeeeeeeeeepressed.
The bounce back is going to be rough.

I feel horrible but you should feel worse.

To hate me and to ignore me after we'd actually come a long way from this time last year over refreshing your memory with the terrible things you put me through is just childish and weak.

Take responsibility for your actions as I am mine, and move along with it.