I can't sleep. He used to say that ( Read more... )

My Happy Ending ( Read more... )

I'm afraid there's something wrong with me. I should be over this. Of course I feel a lot better than I did, but I miss him/it. I add "it" because part of me really does think that I miss the feeling and not so much the person. That's a happy thought, at least, because feelings are much more replaceable than people. It doesn't help that I have ( Read more... )

I started writing this when I got home in the wee hours of July 5th, but the wireless connection on my laptop kind of died. I started writing this yesterday, too, but I got lazy and stopped. So, here it is ( Read more... )

I have not read any of my friends' livejournals yet, and I feel a bit fearful that what I write may be so different that it's shocking. That will probably not be the case. At the same time, however, I'm afraid to write about what I need to write about because of how I may portray myself. It's not that I want to hide my true feelings...just that ( Read more... )