So, I'm thinking I just gotta get out of here. Halida holds too many damn memories. I know I won't be able to forget. Not even sure i would want to. I just don't want to be surrounded 24-7 with things that remind me of him. I know its been over a year but there is no rule that says that you have to be done mourning in a year ( Read more... )

1. I take my coffee with 2 creams, no sugar.
2. I have been to England, France, Germany, Netherlands, Spain, Italy, and Japan. (some more than once)
3. I hate clowns. They freak me out, a lot.
4. My guitar’s name is Sylvia. Why? I don’t know.
5. I think my family is very suburban. My dad is a business man. My mom is a first grade teacher. I have a younger brother. ( Read more... )

Well, I would have to put my money on:

1. Grief - Having the love of your life die while you watch, powerless to help, can do that to you
2. Some weird foreign disease - From one of those buisness trips dad is always taking me on.
3. Public transportation accident - Have you seen the bus drivers here?
4. Old age or something related - like being 92 and ( Read more... )

Not even sure what to put here yet. I just wanted to get the first post out of the way. No guarantees that I will update often. Never really had a journal before. Never really needed one. I vented emotions through my music. But now... I just have more to deal with.
Ick. This journal was not supposed to be so emo. Sorry.