I hate knowing when everyone is leaving. In a crude way, it's like knowing when someone is going to die. You want it to come quicker, just want it to be over with. Who likes waiting for something they don't want to come? I am fighting so hard to keep things normal, but I feel so distant. So out of touch. I feel like I am losing friendships, losing  ( Read more... )

"New Mommy"
she pulled the mug from the cabinet, wanting to show it to me.
"she gave this to me after i had sarah. i didnt know what to say when she handed it over"
i smile
"i didnt know the first thing about being a mom. i was so scared that i was going to mess up, clip sarah's nails to short, get shampoo in her eyes. i remember one night, sarah would ( Read more... )

I hate when people you know so well really disappoint you and its so unexpected.

second post this week, im doing pretty good.

These livejournal entries really kill me, because my head thinks so much faster than my fingers will ever be, so I'm constantly seconds behind. And I almost never write in here, my last entry was October 18th. I feel like I have something to prove, and I'm always wondering if anyone is actually going to read what I'm writing. Anyways, I wanted to ( Read more... )

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I'm in creative writing right now, so I'm currently thinking of ways to hook you, the reader, into this entry by using verbs and adjectives and descriptive words. Instead, I am just going to sit here and let my fingers do the talking. Today was a wonderful day. I'm not sure why, but it just was. It could be a number of things; the balloon teddy ( Read more... )

The summer wind, came blowin in  from across the sea
It lingered there, so warm and fair  to walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights went flyin by
The world was new, beneath a blue  umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man  one day it called ( Read more... )

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Summer Is

Sleeping in then waking up right when the Price Is Right comes on and eating a muffin baked fresh (yesterday) while the breeze from the open windows is softly brushing against your legs and you can faintly hear the laughter from the neighbor girls as they run through a cold sprinkler and your dad is washing the car and your sisters are ( Read more... )

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