P.S. I don't remember the last time you made me happy, but goddamn do I remember each and every time you've made me feel awful. Maybe that should tell you something.

Go. Go cry to your girlfriends about how much I've hurt you. Then maybe you can go out and get shitfaced and bring someone home you don't even know, or end up in the hospital.

No matter how badly you're hurting because of this, just know that that's nothing compared to what you did to me. I know you're sorry. I'm sorry, too. But while I'll always love you and I'll always remember how great things were, part of me will hate you for what you did until the day I die. Maybe that's why I did it. Maybe that's why it's okay. ( Read more... )

...and I love you
even though you
still say you are flawed if you're not free...

I'd be sobbing every time I heard "The Competition" by The Good Life. Holy shit does that song get to me.

I'm in a pretty shitty mood tonight. Maybe it's because I'm hungover. Maybe it's because the damn kitten woke me up at 9:30 this morning and it's my only day to sleep in. I'm thinking those probably help, but that I'm actually stressed about my speech class. For once, I'm actually going to school, doing my work, and trying to make the grade. I ( Read more... )

This is my place to write the more emotional side of myself that isn't accepted by the masses. The other journal will be kept more as just a place to update everyone about myself from an objective vantage point. This journal here will be friends only, just so you know. I won't be doing much with the layout, as I don't much care if it's ( Read more... )