So how exactly does one go about explaining how they're feeling abandoned by their friends? Who would they tell? Who COULD they tell?

It's a mystery.

People let you down. It’s a fact of life, and it happens to everyone. The only one who never will is Jesus. But unfortunately for us, Jesus is not each and every one of your friends and family. Face it: you’re stranded.

But it’s the oblivious people you have to watch out for the most. You can rally against cruel intent. But if it is simply a ( Read more... )

I'm glad Casey is happy with Blake. She deserves it more than I'll ever be able to fathom.

The only one of my friends that I'm jealous of is Stephanie. She and Trevvor just seemed to work so easy together. I still feel she's not entirely deserving, which is a complete and total b*tch thing to do. But it's how I feel.

"I Wonder

When is it appropriate to inform someone that, even though you just met them, you can't stop thinking about them?

Hmm."

I just wish I could stop dreaming about him.

You're desperate.

I dreamt that something bad happened. All I remember was Ryan holding me while I cried. Pretty sad, huh? No wonder Arcade Fire says that 'sleeping is giving in'.

People say that your dreams
Are the only things that save ya
C'mon baby, in our dreams
We can live our misbehavior
But every time you close your eyes...
Lies, lies!

I also dreamt ( Read more... )

I found out last night that Ethan cheated on my best friend while they were dating. I feel so mad, so humiliated, so betrayed.

I have a friend that I worry about desperately. Thinking about him makes me kind of sad, but mostly sick to my stomach. It's funny, becaue they are happy memories.

Here's my cue to cry.

Ryan is one of the nicest people I've ever met. He's the kind of guy that's genuine about it, too. He cares because he just does, and he'll go out of his way to help ( Read more... )

I love how things can just die out. Cease to exist. The remnants of the thing still hang about, but no one is willing to talk about them. Some were swept under the proverbial rug. Some were shoved in some dusty recess of the attic. And some were covered in newspaper and blamed on the dog.

But they are all still there, they're just ignored. And that ( Read more... )

I remember when we were kids and Cap'n Crunch was the shiz-knight.

And what wasn't to love? It had it all: bright colors, an STD-free nautical adventurer, and wacky taste sensations.

But most important to the entire product was the subliminal love of the sea it engendered in all children, ready to surface at the call of the tide.

Obviously distressed ( Read more... )

She watched him unpack his things. He carefully ignored her, which she accepted and would have to accept. Nothing had changed between them.

Nothing had changed at all. She wasn't any different from her first summer after college, save for five extra dollars and a newfound yet crippling addiction to Puzzle Pirates.

Oh, what a fantastic life it is to ( Read more... )