i randomly stumbled back here and started reading past posts some good some bad some that reminded me of who i used to be.sometimes i think im still that person just covered in layers of stupidity.well lets update, im divorced, been that way for awhile.i dont think im meant to be with anyone i can only be friends anything more ruins things.my ( Read more... )

so wtf am i doing now ( Read more... )

just another day for me to fuck up ( Read more... )

so i finnaly got an account and i was bored so i was searching for stuff and i found a girl i had a crush on in 7th,8th,and 9th till i moved to hawaii on there.she had a baby and is waiting for her husband to return from iraq.i dont know why but it upset me i think i got jealous and i dont understand bc im happy with my mate and i have now reason ( Read more... )

straight onto my face so i can lap up the anguish. sounds yum huh? heh heh i suppose. why a post now after all this time? im bored and being unemployed (again) doesnt help.i think i need a job where i dont talk to anyone i just push a button or sweep something. we are moving into her moms house bc her mom is moving in with her bros family. so we ( Read more... )

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hello old friend how long has it been since we last spoke?quite some time i must say even the last post was not mine+-,alot to say but where to start?its been almost 6 months since myself and selina moved in with my parents and each day that goes by i hate it more than the last.despite getting a fantastic job im am trapped for its only a prt time ( Read more... )

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Across the street behind the fence sat Julia on a swing, she rocked back and forth trying to make the swing go higher. She wanted to go as high as she could higher than her friend Samantha. Faster and faster she went she could see birds flying overhead and clouds that resembled marshmallows when you let your cereal get soggy. As she swung back she ( Read more... )

The screams still echoed throughout her mind as she sat drinking her coffee in the small café she always had coffee at. She winced as the combination of caffeine and distant memories rushed through her cerebral synapsyes. She look out the café window staring out into the vast array of pleated cotton and Armani stitching. A busy morning as usual she ( Read more... )