Angelo still wants me to move back. But I think either way, I still want to move back. Nothing good has come out of my being here. But tons and tons of bad has. Tweleve days from now is move out day. Although maybe I'll surprise myself and stay here and then hang off of the balcony.

I am reinstating my journal. The entries from this entire year have been archived, but depending upon how things turn out, they may be brought out again. Most of my entries will have to be private or friends only. We're dealing with a harsh dictatorship here. And I am melting away.

On a yellow piece of paper with green lines ( Read more... )

They're gone till Sunday. Finally some peace and quiet ( Read more... )

Got an iPod. My face is still swollen and my jaw still hurts. At least I didn't throw up today. Henry was over for Christmas and to tell the truth I was annoyed. My mother kept doing all of these things to try to make me get closer to him like switching places at dinner to make him sit by me, always sitting by me... It's just these little comments ( Read more... )

I threw his favorite shirt in the toilet. I feel bad now, but I was so angry then. I'm so angry at everything still. He is so rude and fake and endlessly lovely. Ali, Andrea and I went to see Closer. I wanted to see it with him, but I'm glad my two best friends were there instead. It's a wonderful breakup movie. It's a beautiful film. He would have ( Read more... )

I do hope he doesn't mean for me to join him in the shower. That shower has been pissed in, I don't want to get wet and there could be bears trying to eat me. One should never assume someone will join them in a shower ( Read more... )

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When I die, I want my lips sewn shut. Remember to tell them.

Wake up and sleep with me.

The last few days have been private and I'm considering changing the entire journal to private. I have nothing of importance to thrust upon anyone else anyways.