I was hoping to find something here.

I feel like this is a tense chapter of a world history book of the future.

I used to journal so much. My therapist recommended I start writing in a journal again. I don't know if I can. Something keeps stopping me from doing it.

I'm engaged.

I can't wait for the weather to cool down.

I have many letters to write. I can't wait to look for pretty paper or card stock.

went to lakeland the other day ( Read more... )

maybe I should just stop trying to be friends with certain people.  I step outside myself, extend the invitation into my life, asking to be in theirs, only to be shot down. maybe i am supposed to be in this solitary, this misery.

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I'm not giving up on you.