I have decided to tell my story on live journal. The story of my life with all of its trials and tribulations. This will be the uncensored and unaltered version. What I really felt and when I felt it. Not the story that I have told that shapes to the person I am telling it to. This will be what actually happened with me and my life. I will try to ( Read more... )

 For one day I want to be that pretty girl. The one who turns heads as she passes by. The one who guys are always asking to be set up with.
I just want to feel what it is like. What it is like to be wanted.

 For some reasons my entries seem to come in groups of two. haha kind of weird how that works ( Read more... )

 I feel a little guilty for only writing when I am frustrated about things, but it easier to make myself write when I have something to vent about ( Read more... )

 I know that I just posted another entry, but this is a little bit of a different subject so I thought I would make a new entry. Also the other one was getting pretty long ( Read more... )

 There is just so much frustration. I thought I was done with all of this. All of these feelings of inadequacies. So tired of being the one following others and trying to get there attention. Making excuses to call, or text, or message. I wish I wasn't so reliant on how others view me, on how they feel about my actions and what I do. For the past ( Read more... )

 Dear Joan ( Read more... )

 I don't really get it. People drink to get drunk. They don't like the taste of what they are having, but they drink it so that they can act like idiots, pee a whole lot and then feel hung over the next day. Last night was my first time being around people who were getting drunk, and I am not really sure how I felt about it. If they want to do it, ( Read more... )

 Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if my parents hadn't gotten divorced, if I had parents that loved each other and actually wanted to be together. Most of the time I am fine with the way life has turned out, but other times, those times when I see other people interacting with their fathers, I wish that I had that. I wish that I ( Read more... )