Nov. 4th, 3:35 AM ( Read more... )

I will never let myself become that weak over anyone ever again.

And on top of that ( Read more... )

SOMEBODY HIT MY FUCKING CAR LAST NIGHT. NOW THERE IS A GIANT DENT AND BLACK PAINT SCRATCHED ON THE DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR OF THE BRAND NEW (WHITE!) CAR I BOUGHT TO REPLACE THE ONE THAT SOME IDIOT TOTALED TWO WEEKS AGO.

I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE. I KNOW THEY SAY THAT BAD THINGS HAPPEN ALL AT ONCE FOR A REASON, BUT FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I HAVE HAD

Pretty self-explanatory question. What the fuck am I doing? What have I been doing ( Read more... )

So my idea of embracing my anger worked. I had a pretty kick ass day at work, and when I left, I walked out with my head up, not down, like I've been walking around like for the past two days ( Read more... )

Day 3. Sometimes it feels a little bit better today. Sometimes it feels a little bit worse. So far today, I’ve been fluctuating between missing her, knowing that I can no longer just call her and say, hi baby, how's your day? Knowing that the best feeling in the world is the feeling of her in my arms, and how that has been taken away from me, again ( Read more... )

I cannot believe I let her break my heart again.

Emmanuel is totally gayer than a picnic basket. I love it.

Fuckin’ A. I simply marvel at how easy it is for women to make bundles of time for other things and other people, but can’t even make the time to call me to tell me they’re already going out someplace else, or that something came up and they have to cancel our plans, or simply hi how are you I miss you I was just thinking about you ( Read more... )