I feel like my pain and heartbreak separates me from other people. It isolates me. But really, it is my pain that makes me a part of something. I'm experiencing something very human, something so universal that everyone knows how I feel. And I am connected.

I shall die young. I shall die alone. I feel it.

And it's only doubts that we're counting ( Read more... )

He told me I was beautiful. He told me I was sexy. I wanted to believe every line.

And now I feel like I've done something I may never forgive myself for. But why not? Gary is not my keeper anymore, and he didn't even try and stop the break up. And he definitely wouldn't try to get back together with me now...

I think I am destined to be alone. It's amazing to me how many men have been fascinated by me for a brief moment in time, but as soon as they realize what is really out there, I'm left behind. I'm a wonderful started girlfriend, a wonderful fascination, but someone you can love for a lifetime: not a chance ( Read more... )

"I have a confession to make. I made that friend request under false pretenses. It never has and never will be my intent to be your friend. This just comes to show how much of a better person she is than either of us. My purpose is to make it clear where we stand. I've been harboring feelings of hate against you for nearly a year and a half. I was ( Read more... )

I'm in it. I'm living it. I worked 12 hours today. I'm exhausted. At the Lodge they played the entire soundtrack to Phantom of the Opera...every note stung at my heart like tiny daggers. It must have been some cruel joke. I must be dead. I must have died and gone to some strange Hell of my own creation ( Read more... )

And that makes me sick. I need a hug. I need someone here. I need everything I can't have because all of my friends are so very far away. So I turn to my oldest friend yet.

If a guy is going through his wallet and says with you standing next to him that he has a condom in his wallet and doesn't know how it could have gotten in there, is he trying to let you know that he has a condom?

I hate the way my insides feel sometimes. And I hate the way I think.

I wish everything were easier, and sometimes I wonder about you and how different life could be...