This journal is a tribute to my neverfailing ability to fall head over heels for the craziest women alive. This is why I need to stay out of relationships. Fuckin 9 months clean. Oi oi.

Haven't been on here in over a year. I have a son now. Nathan Martin Stimpson. Everything is completely different from the last time I wrote on here. I don't even have the energy to write about it all. Just decided to check up on this page.

I'm living at Mattie House in Marlboro. Write me...
86 Conover Rd.
Marlboro, NJ 07746

I'll post my cell number if it's new when I get that shit on Sunday. I'm working in my cubicle right now. FML.

Oh and I'm 160 lbs now. I gained over thirty pounds in a month. Jail rocks. Eat your fucking heart out.

Court on Monday. Shit shit shit hopefully everything ( Read more... )

Button,

I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I keep replaying it over and over in my head thinking about where i went wrong. I love you more than anything. I can't even figure out how to get in touch with you though. If you read this, just know that you mean the world to me and I'll always love you.

02.14.09

I just have to say that I'm glad to be rid of a thieving, prostituting, scumbag liar of a cunt ( Read more... )

Everything always has it's way of turning right back around again. Like that night that she was leaving, and not believing that this time her fears were all just doubts. I'm never going back. I'm over feeling sorry, so just deal with that ( Read more... )

I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later. I just snapped. I've fucking lost it. I'm hallucinating whenever I close my eyes, and it's the most fucked up images. It's the same shit over and over again. My worst fears and insecurities come to life. That's what the fuck I'm seeing when I shut my eyes. You know what I mean. I'm driving myself insane. ( Read more... )

Hammer nails into my eyes. Now I'll never notice when you're staring at the ground. Wishing that you didn't know what I'm really thinking. You won't even look at me now. Say you'll never leave, please; this war inside my mind is killing me. See myself in shredded skin. Sew my lips together so I won't have to say a word. What I never meant to say, I ( Read more... )

If you're a smart kid, you'll stay the hell away from love. And if it comes to murder - don't tell and we won't ask you how you sleep at night when the lights go out and you're all alone.

Merry fucking Christmas.