i really want him. i really, really want him. guess i'm not over this.

life is amazing.

i really wish i knew why i do what i do sometimes. i think alcohol is bad for me. blahh.

i want to write so badly right now that nothing else matters.

I felt like way less of a fool when he told me he loves me the other day. It was...wonderful. I knew he did the whole time we were apart, and he admitted to never stopping. I was of course, in massive tears when this happened. It was something out of a movie. So, in three weeks, I have gone from single, only dreaming of sleeping in his arms, to ( Read more... )

Things are awesome. I couldn't ask for more. Maybe warmer temps. But whatever. I am working 60 hours a week, am floating around in this strange happiness bubble, spending time with my wonderful big strong boyfriend, am starting the 3rd Twilight book...I'm so happy. <3

I can breathe again. This is the first day of my life.
All things are in place, all that needed to be said was said.
It was felt. Inside of me, to the pit of my stomach.
We are one. And I'm so happy I could burst.

I'm going out of my goddamned mind and it feels fantastic.

John will be home in 21 days.
The snow is beautiful.
Lost 10 pounds.
I'm pretty fucking content.

So, the fucker didn't go to jail. He's got a new court date.

Can't catch a frickin' bone anywhere. :/