i gave my notice at work today.
so moving is offical, not that it wasn't before.

life is good.
i'm strong and havn't called.
i've taken up reading agian, witch makes me very happy.

feb 4th party.

so i keep saying i'm done over and over and over and over.
i just wish i could believe it.

but the more i say it the less it hurts.

I need to be in clifornia.
I need to be with people i care about.

i go out, alone. reminded of him. everywhere i go.

but the truth is. it fucking hurts.

so i havn't used this journal for much more than bitching about my life for ages ( Read more... )

i hate feeling so alone.

umm so last night at 1 in the morning a radd lady tattooed the record player from the cover of bikini kills singles on my forarm. near the lightning bolt.

she has to be one of the raddest ladies ever.

SOOOOO over it.

i drunk dialed last nite.
it actually helped me more than you would think.

mario = gone

mario just dumped me.

while i was at work.

two days before christmas.

FUCK

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mario went back to california on a bus.

i'll join early febuary.

i went to cali.

excitment.

now i'm back in oregon. trying to save money so i can move back in feb.
mario moves back in a week.

wow.