Today is my birthday.

1. NAME ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? I have a small scar on my right thigh from carelessly sitting near some scissors ( Read more... )

Whoa.
I'm almost done.
It's almost time.
Tonight will be my last night in this place.

Someone check the pollen count because I couldn't breathe this morning.

Last night we went to Joe's on Juniper for Trivia Night.  I got mad at myself for not knowing the baseball question, but then my last minute guess was right.  Still, though, I should have known it.

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I hate bad days.
Rain disrupts my daily routine so much.
I got a hole in my shoe.
I scraped my toe on the ground.
My umbrella broke.
...before lunch.
Then, as I walked back to campus in the rain with a hole in my shoe, no umbrella, and a stinging toe, I dropped my diet coke in a puddle.

At least tomorrow is Thursday, which means playtime with Stephanie.  ( Read more... )

My heart feels sore.
This weekend has been one hell of a ride.
I feel emotionally drained, but at the same time, like I still need to talk.

I think that might mean that I'm a freak.

Today Lora and I cartwheeled across 3 and a half acres of land from the river to my Aunt Cherie's house.  No steps in between.  And my great-grandmother cried when we sang ( Read more... )

I have never felt this sorry before.
Nor have I ever felt this mad at someone.
You don't know who you are, but I think that I might never want to talk to you again.

Please forgive me.

I have this boyfriend named Lee that rambles worse than I do ( Read more... )

To my best friend:
This weekend was important.
It was good, yes, just like every other weekend.
It was enjoyable, yes, just like every other weekend.
But my week was tough. 
And hard to get through.
But I have this boyfriend... who never ceases to amaze me...
Because when I see him, everything that was bothering me, everything that caused unhappiness, ( Read more... )

I've never had this much trouble trying to put my feelings into words.

Alone.
Apathetic.
...mostly apathetic.
I don't want to speak to anyone.
I don't want to see anyone.

But here's the thing-
I'm scared to be too trusting.
I feel like I should be typical.  And be concerned.
When I'm not really.  
And I get angry with myself when I lead you to think that I ( Read more... )

I feel horrible.
I am ugly.
I am fat.
I feel no love.
And the only fucking thing I want to do is be with Lee.

Tears.