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two years later and i'm writing a post. i still like lowercase letters. i still find that typing out my thoughts is a better design to writing. i still like to wallow. i still like to smile and laugh. i guess you could say that i'm the same girl but at the same time i'm not. i'm not as random as i used to be but i'm consistent. which in this ( Read more... ) -
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Wow. I'm really glad I still have this journal. Past entries kind of made me cringe a bit! Realize what I need to change. I'm a lot better at typing on a phone or computer than I am with pen and paper. How bad is that? Although I've noticed that I shorten sentences when I'm on my phone though, lol ( Read more... ) -
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Sike. I can think of reasons why he'd want to "get away".
You know, there were a couple of times I wanted to break up with him too and get away. But I didn't because I love him and wanted to keep trying. And instead, I talked to him about the issues and we worked through them.
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I think I have hypersomnia. Seriously. I'm always excessively tired during the day...and that's after I've already slept 12-13 hours. I woke up earlier from 8 hours of sleep and made myself wake up but now I'm really tired and want to crawl back into bed. But I don't really want to because I want to clean my car. And my thinking has been really ( Read more... ) -
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I miss him so much. I'm okay when I'm sober. If I pretend to myself that I'm okay, then I don't feel it as much. My energy level has taken a hit though. That's a definite after affect ( Read more... ) -
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It hit me like a ton of bricks today. I came to the realization that his behavior now is exactly like his behavior a couple years ago. I remember we started talking again when he was "clean" (he still smoked pot) and we talked about hanging out. I'd call...and call...and call...and he'd never answer or be "home" at the place he was staying. Then ( Read more... ) -
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i have to say that my most favorite poet would have to be e.e. cummings ( Read more... ) -
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All I do is cry anymore. I bottle it up all day and go to bed early so I can let it all out. I cry so hard sometimes that after I'm done I'm literally gasping for air ( Read more... ) -
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i wasn't going to give this poem a chance because it seemed really boring with all the literary references. i'm glad i kept reading because it's exactly how i feel right now about me and bart and it made me cry. in bold ( Read more... )