I started my new (second) job today. It went well, even though I'm not overly enthused to be back in the foodservice industry ( Read more... )

I wish I wasn't too pretty to sleep ( Read more... )

I awoke in a daze. It was dark out, but I knew I had already had Sunday. I had no clue what time it was, my clock had come unplugged and was blinking 4:12 at me. I suddenly thought I was late for work. I looked at the date on the screen. Sunday. how can this be? I checked the datebook in my cell phone. Sunday. But I unmistakably remember waking up ( Read more... )

I wasted all my energy on you, and you have never come through.
I gave it all up for another chance, and you never even gave me a second glance.
I hate waiting for the phone to ring.
I hate being so emotionally conflicted.
I hate that my stomach hurts all the time from the anxiety.

I'm just so.tired.I'm.always.so.tired.

Postal Service reminds me of being happy. Which is odd, becasue I'm rather depressed tonight. The one thing that I want to do I can't. Not physically can't, just I'm to much of a chicken shit to get it over with. I'd have nothing left to be stressed about.I associate having my hair up with looking shitty. I miss Andres so mch it hurts. I miss ( Read more... )

numerous pickles + hot tea = vomit ( Read more... )

We've gone to Blueberry Twist and had coffee in the middle of the night every day this week ( Read more... )

I probably should have had something to write about before I made a new journal.