Right here. Where I've always been. I've always been off to the side haven't I? I'm not really a friend, but someone that has experienced a lot and is therefore good for advice. People I haven't talked to in two years come up to me now. This is what they say: "Hey Jill how've ya been? Look, I'm having a problem/issue, can you help me?" But I am ( Read more... )

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.... because I would have paid millions for the conversation I'm having now ( Read more... )

Ivan missed New Orleans but hit where I have family in Florida. FUCK, I wonder if Ginny's okay? Jesus christ, my grandmother, great-grandmother, and Jason are down there...... FUCK! ........... shit, I don't need this. Just wait, Linda will call and tell me my sister died from Ivan. fucking shit, I can't believe this is happening. I hate everything ( Read more... )

I can't be up in my room, too much stuff that keeps me thinking about him. I just want to sleep. I'm not hungry. I STILL have to.... nevermind. I don't know what to do with myself. Limerance or not this fucking hurts. Jesus, first Laura and now this. I'm going to talk to my stepmom. I'm telling her I'm bi. I may even tell her I'm no longer a virgin ( Read more... )

Even though it was all my fault, it still hurts. He's going to forget about me just like everyone else. I'll never see him again ( Read more... )

Laying in his arms ( Read more... )

Boys, are weird to me. As friends, they're hilarious if not a little crude. They can be fun, understanding, and make really good friends. They can also be dense. I have good guy friends. ^_^ But as boyfriends, I don't know what to think. They're a lot like girls. (This is from the point of view of a bisexual. I see guys and girls in a different ( Read more... )

................ IVAN, that bastard, is SLAMMING New Orleans. *whimpers* my beautiful beautiful city........ *goes off crying*