The last entry I made here was in 2009. That was three years ago, now. A lot of living has happened in those three years. So much that I couldn't fit it all in here, in one post. I look up at that girl in the icon... Well, I suppose she's me. She's a much younger me, with her hair all tousled, her bits on display for the world to see, full of mommy ( Read more... )

i guess this is the end of things.

i have this deep horrible urge to call him. i shouldn't. i know i shouldn't. but i want to so bad.

two years of my life, my love, my comfort, my time, my everything, and now i am supposed to just let him go?

i don't know how to deal with this.

someone please stop me.

the picture frame on the desk ( Read more... )

My copy of WOTLK ( Read more... )

More like, with Kitty ears on. I wanted to take a picture with my cat but I can't get the little brat to stay still long enough, let alone get him to look at a camera ( Read more... )

I'm still alive, just elsewhere.

It's amazing how the world changes when you aren't looking.

what could possibly be so good about a life ruining substance that one would abandon their childs future to go back to it?

and then blame their problems on me?

look in mirror sweetie, and you'll see where the blame belongs.

shoo be doo be doop do do do do, doop do do do.

bored.

if anyone gets bored, flip through this.

the stuff posted today sucks. but some of its good. drop me some comments or something, id really appreciate it.

but im pretty much still the same me. maybe a little more grown up. different town, different boyfriend. same stubborn thick headed rage against alcohol and all who consume it ( Read more... )

bored as fuck. sick of being here. i hate it here. not like home would be any better. maybe i just hate myself. i refuse to waste the whole day away in bed. but theres nothing better to do. so i sit around and mope. im just a whiny little nothing ( Read more... )