Things have been busier lately, but life bas generally been better ( Read more... )

I think I might actually start writing in here a little bit.

I think I need to write... to stay sane. To stay aliveI won't deny, all the random bottles of pain pills have been taunting me lately. It scares me. I don't want to let the sick part of my mind win. I'm stronger than that ( Read more... )

Life is so surreal ( Read more... )

No more holding back. I'm going to use this journal for it's intended use ( Read more... )

For anyone who cares...

I'll be going away for a good while within the next few weeks.
I don't think I'll return as the same person.

Contact me if you want more info.

I am so bad about updating this thing, unless I'm like depressed or uber excited about something ( Read more... )

Fuck everything.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I've wanted to update this for a while, but I haven't really known what to say.

...

I still don't know what to say.

I made it through my first semester of college alive. Pleasant suprise. Hopefully I can keep up that trend.

I'm sitting here in my pink pants, pink shirt, pink coat, pink undergarments, with my pink purse, my pink keychain, eating pink m&ms on my pink bed with the pink sparkly lights on. Maybe if I just totally immerse myself in pink it will make all my problems go away.

I'm struggling. With everything.

Things aren't the way they should be. They never will be.

I'm just hanging on by that thread, as usual.

It's getting pretty worn out.

Why do I never heed warnings?

I think the purpose of my life is for me to test the limits of human stupidity and to see just how much one can make themself suffer.