Sometimes it feels as if I'm just living some insipid dream. Every time he leaves my life goes into a stand-still. It's almost like I refuse to let myself progress. I feel the highs and lows of the mood spectrum like some kid who neglects to take his Prozac. I'll be okay for a while, my head in the clouds, like I don't even mind that he's gone. My ( Read more... )

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Today I am especially alone ( Read more... )

I'm so tired I can barely function, but my body has been on auto-pilot all day, so I busted it at work. I'm happy today though, perhaps it's just insomnia-driven euphoria, but regardless, I just have a general feeling of contentment. Thomas called me when I got off of work and we just had a nice conversation, it's been a long time. Anyhow, I'm ( Read more... )

I started this post with the intention of making it private, then I later decided that perhaps some of these things should be said anyway ( Read more... )

I think about your face ( Read more... )

Today was a good day. I didn't do a whole lot, I had the day off of work and I got to bitch out a bill collector. Thomas and I had some 'fun' conversations as well and it left me, well, happy. I treated myself to dinner and went to Wal-Mart to pick up some replacement hair clippies. That was my day. It was short, sweet, and relaxing. So begins ( Read more... )

It has only been a week since I last saw Thomas. It feels.. longer than forever and I don't understand why. The past week has gone by slower than the month prior to it. Another lonely week has come and gone, but I am still here ( Read more... )

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