Remember when I actually had friends?

Me neither.

Any feeling that I express is "ridiculous."  I try to talk and you're pissed off no matter what.  Don't invalidate how I feel just because you don't understand it.

Excerpt from last years LJ ( Read more... )

I thought maybe I was starting to get over this dammit.  Really, I'm too fucking old for this whiny crap.  Will I never acquire some of that "self-esteem" I've always wanted?  I disgust myself.

I'll say it:  I am completely happy with the way my life is right now.  We have had some minor complications, like all couples, but overall everything is wonderful ( Read more... )

Life is grand.

Caught up.

I feel a lot better now that things are situated, and the stress of all this has lessened slightly.  Granted, we have still buried ourselves in the stress of home-ownership, but we're in this thing together.  We're all moved in, mostly unpacked, and getting used to living here.  It really is a beautiful house, and I still love it.  Also, the ( Read more... )

Two feet can feel like the ocean.

Sometimes I feel like the old me inside.  I feel like that pitiful child too loaded with emotions to even know what they were or where they were coming from.  I feel like that girl that could never let anything go, that was always too preoccupied with the past to seperate it from the present.  Maybe there is no "old me," just another part that ( Read more... )