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I had a really good day for the most part. I got up early and cleaned up a bit because my boy was comming over after school. Called my DR. and had a little and very reasuring chat. Then I went to school and sat through the most boring class ever with the nastiest man who singles people out to be nasty too and today he made a nasty comment to Val ( Read more... )

Remember, we all do the same things - we sleep, we cry, we laugh; what makes the difference is how we do it.
We may not have control of our lives - but we have total control of our character.
You can loose your looks, your health, your wealth but you never loose your character.
It is always in your hands.

that is all...

This is not my life
this is not my fucking life

I am stalking a mouse...yes that is right, a mouse. This morning I got up to feed the cats and picked up the cat dry food box, which had a samll hole in the bottom corner. I knew exactly what it meant. I have two cats so I am naturally scared for the mouse daring to lurk inside our cabinets and as I opened them to put the box back tonight out fell ( Read more... )

Ohhh lordy I am a mess, I should have stayed in Maine where it was safe...and where the computer hated me so I couldn't use it.

I touched down in NY about 1/2 hour ago and almost cried...the guy next to me gave me a tissue. I think I am going to be moving soon. There is nothing left here for me that I can't get elsewhere and I talked to my parents about it this vacation...they agree and say it is up to me.

I went to class, and didn't have one so I turned my 5 page paper in and waited for Margs who never showed. So, I went to the gym for a bit but got bored so I came home. I am still waiting on Kathy to wake up and do the dishes. Thought she was going to do them yesterday but she didn't so I still can't make food (absolutely no pots left nor any space ( Read more... )

Complaining doesn't make problems go away, it only makes them worse, a way of refusing to accept them ( Read more... )

I am home alone for most of the night. I hate being alone makes me wish I was not. When I am miserable and alone every minute seems to take forever. I just wanna hide under my 4 pillows and never come out. I feel like a wounded animal...
best analogy I could come up with