I really want to be happy. Honestly, truly, passionately want to be happy. I'm so close I can taste it ( Read more... )

I need to be distracted. I need to be caged up and locked away from everyone else. The hardest thing I've ever had to do is keep my mouth shut and I never guessed it would be this way ( Read more... )

Why is it so difficult to erase people from your life?

Happy Cinco de Drinko to all of you drunkards. You know who you are... every other year I'd probably be on that same boat, slamming down tequila and partying with my shirt off in a ditch somewhere, but this year things have completely done a 180 ( Read more... )

Today was the first time in a long while where when I returned home, no one was there. I still can't quite tell if my initial reaction was saddened by it, or found it comforting to be in a silent house again. For years, that's how it always was, but since then things have changed and now the people in my life are consistently by my side, laughing ( Read more... )

I'm tired of wasting my money on expensive stubs of paper rolled up with cute little toxins that make me lethargic and not want to do anything ( Read more... )

I seriously just need to get motivated.

I suck.

Most days I'd try to think of something interesting to say, however, I realize that I don't have anything cool to say more often than not lately. Things have been relatively peaceful, though I can't think of a time within the past month or so when things have been anything but (which is a very nice change). I've been spending quite a bit of time ( Read more... )

First off, I'd like to dedicate this darling little post to Dustin Camp. Yes, I'm gearing my attention towards you, Dustin, (as I'm sure you're reading this from the filth infested gutter in which you live) because I know you're a creepy little fuck who gets a boner off of stalking me and reading my Live Journal posts even after we've been broken ( Read more... )

For nearly two, worthless, years of my life I spent catering to a man who believed he cared about me but was so bipolar I doubt he knew the difference. However, embedded in his supposed affection for me we fought consistently, his hypocrisy would always get me on my last nerve, our relationship was overflowing with fallacy and incoherent stories, ( Read more... )