I'm trying not to hold on to what happened. I realize it was probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing. (Yet, I know somewhere that it wasn't.) I'm trying not to let what happened change things in any way, for better or worse, towards you. I don't think I'm capable of doing that. I have feelings... damn them! I suck. I'm trying not to let the things you ( Read more... )

Why must you play with my emotions like this? You know damn well what you're doing. Unless I completely underestimate you, and you're a complete moron... you know what you're doing ( Read more... )

Hey, hey, hey Mr. Hangman ( Read more... )

I haven't posted in this for quite a while. What a horrible LJ'er I've become. I remember a time when I'd post at least twice a day. Now it's weeks before I post. It's weeks before I read ( Read more... )

At this point I'm really just frustrated. It seems like I'm backed into a corner where nowhere to go. I'm trying to make things right... I'm trying to move forward in life and it just feels like with every step forward I take six steps back ( Read more... )

So pretty much...
I'm pretty worthless. And...
...I'd be doing myself a favor to just die in a car accident.

The End.

Blah. Fucky. I need a car and I need a car fast. I'm getting really sick of not having my own transportation. Being stuck here until I have plans with someone who wants to pick me up... or god forbid the use of my aunt's car. Blah. Blah blah blah blah.

I started writing again... here's the begining of the story I started. Any opinions would be nice. I'm just so self-critical ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just want to give up.

Blah. I'm sick of guys. Moreso, I'm sick of guys being indecisive. I'm sick of guys being too busy to spend time with me. Well, that pertains to one guy, right there. He works three jobs, and goes to school ( Read more... )