I'm crucified by the truth ( Read more... )

I haven't written in this journal for awhile. Haven't needed to. Until today, I guess. Bad feelings are not a lot of fun, I can tell you that. So I worry. That's a given. Maybe I'm over analyzing, and you know what, I hope I am. I truly do. Because, if I'm not, that opens up a whole new world of things I'd rather not contemplate. So please tell me ( Read more... )

I just realized how contradicting my icon is ( Read more... )

I just don't know what to say to you anymore. Things will never completely be the same between us again, and that kills me. It really does. I try and find the words that will make everything alright again, but the thing is, there are none. No words can truly express how I feel; how sorry I am that things happened the way they did. Sometimes I think ( Read more... )

I have Ariel's song, from the little mermaid, stuck in my head. You know, the "Part of your world" one. If my voice wasn't so fucked up right now, I'd probably be singing it ( Read more... )

It doesn't feel good to be forgotten.

*Sigh* Why wont the words come out? Damn it, I'm sick of it. DONE. I mean it... no more... I can't take any more of this.

Where do I get these ideas? Sheesh. I wrap myself around this cozy thought and for awhile everything's grand. Then my damn mind starts poking holes in it, and I have to work my way up from scratch again. It's a repeat process. Over... and over... and over again. You know what, though? I think I really am done with all of this. Why obsess over ( Read more... )

I just might be worthless.

*Sigh* The F-word has become my friend, and I don't like it ( Read more... )