The trick is to keep breathing.

  I've been reading about "How to cope with divorce" over the past few days.  It seems that a popular emotion during a separation is the fear of the unknown (shocker).  We plan our lives with these, significant others and when our lives are stripped of them how can we possibly go on?  Their absence unravels our entire present and future.  Or at ( Read more... )

  Death changes everything.  Ever perception, every memory, every moment of muddled thinking.  There has been so much grief this year.  I don't suppose that will slow down any.  It seems the older we get the more we have at stake.  The more people we know the more people we lose.  I know its the natural order of things, but nature is stripped from ( Read more... )

Everything 'they' say about running away is true. No matter where or how far I go, I am always there. Me and all my faults, my failures, my embarrassments, my scars, my stupid face; the stupid lessons I never wanted to learn about life. ALL of it. I wake up to it. I go to sleep to it. The constant buzzing of everything I deem stupid and painful and ( Read more... )

Hooray, Hooray.

After an evening/night/early morning of binge drinking I always spend the entire next day wallowing in the depths of my hangover. Today was no exception. I try to soak up every ounce of hangover misery I can to serve as a reminder the next time I want a drink. I spend most of the day trying to remember the events that took place not ( Read more... )

Matt’s birthday is today.  We’re going to have dinner at Ichiban and drinks at Fusion.  I’ve sworn to myself that I wouldn’t get drunk again until my 21st birthday.  I figure it’s only five weeks away.  I should be able to handle it.  So I’m limiting myself to three beers tonight.  Tomorrow night is Sarah’s birthday so once again I will be joining ( Read more... )

Since I've decided to stop drinking I'm going to be posting a lot of lame surveys and watching a lot of the Office.

yay for the office!

I knew the day I left it was going to come down to this.  I knew he would give a partial story and she would chose to believe him.  And I'm too exhausted to even care at this point.

I really either needed to be hugged or strangled to death.