My mom put my cat to sleep today. She was 15. I got her for christmas in the 3rd grade. I just can't seem to get a break from anything.

I'm going to bed hoping that tomorrow is better because today couldn't have ended worse. What a crappy end to a wonderful day. I'm tired of being me, and I don't even know who that is anymore. A year was supposed to help me figure that out, but all it's done is make me more confused. All I know is that me is obviously not good enough for anything, ( Read more... )

For the first time in over 2 months I couldn't think of a single thing I HAD to do when I came into work this morning. Registration and all of it's inherent issues are over for this semester. Thankfully. I seriously thought they would never end. I put in so much overtime. It was nice to get to take time off because of it though. I'm just glad it's ( Read more... )

I think my job really is trying to kill me. I can tell how much it is stressing me out because I had 2 nightmares about it last night that I woke up terrified and crying from. Both times. The only times in the last 5 years at least that I had anything close to that was about my gramma. I've worked 8am-7pm most of last week and only got a lunch 1 ( Read more... )

A new year always has me contemplating what the last year was like and what I want the next to bring. This is nowhere near where I thought I'd be this time last year, but I'm content to be where I'm at. I can't imagine being in Germany right now...I just can't. I didn't dream at this time last year that Brian and I would be over, one of my best ( Read more... )

I don't know whether it's good or bad that I went back and read old journal entries tonight, but it sure has me thinking. I don't know if I was lying to myself last july/august or lying to all of you, but looking back at the way things happened, those entries are a bunch of shit. What was I thinking? I mean really, what? First of all, I screwed ( Read more... )

Just in case any of you are wondering, I'm not made of glass. I'm not as fragile as everybody has been treating me lately. Yes, I'm sad. Yes, this sucks and it's hard. Yes I miss my Uncle Matt and all of this makes me miss my gramma more. But for heaven's sakes, stop tiptoeing around me. I'm not going to burst into tears at the drop of a hat. If ( Read more... )

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I think I'm a little hysterical right now. This is just too much. I wasn't even ready to deal with it being a year since gramma died, and now I have to face my uncle's death as well? I don't want to go to the funeral, but I will. It's not going to be any easier though, considering my dad called today to find out about the funeral home we used for ( Read more... )

When your cell phone rings at 7:30 in the morning, you just know it isn't good news. So when my dad called this morning, I braced myself for whatever he said when I picked up the phone. Or so I thought. My Uncle Matt died this morning. He was only 37. He apparently had a heart attack. My dad didn't know anything else because apparently it just ( Read more... )