Five more months and I'm getting hitched. He's so nice to me! He hardly makes any complaints, he tells me he loves me even when I'm throwing a tantrum, he apologizes even if the fault lies on my end, and what-have-you. I trust him more than anyone: He's my friend, my lover, my soldier. It amazes me how close our souls have become. It's no longer a ( Read more... )

I'm just responding to Joseph's recent entry. This is an argumentative piece (of shit) that aims to educate men on how not to piss us off, should they wish to remain alive for a couple more years.

1. We expect you to read our minds. When you are unable to do so, we mistake your incapability for insensitivity. That's, like, so annoying.

2. Pawn: n ( Read more... )

DANIELLE È IL MIEI PRIMO ED ULTIMO.
L'MIO AMORE.

My Joseph and I will celebrate our fifth month together on February 17. So quit inviting him to parties that are infested with chicks the size of cows! All he and I do is make fun of you- can you not get it through your heads? No. I don't believe so.

You're sad.

Anyway, this is my Valentine's Day layout. My relationship is doing very well, but ( Read more... )

My Joseph. We sang this together.

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree ( Read more... )

That word sums me up.
I am a horrible girlfriend. I already know I'm a horrible friend to certain people, and a horrible person to all humankind, but to be horrible to the one person I truly love...God.

Guilt is a powerful feeling that may teach you a thing or two. Or it may simply destroy you. At this point, I'm still unsure of where I'm headed. ( Read more... )

I LOVE THIS GIRL. IVE NEVER BEEN THIS HAPPY.
SO FUCK YOU.
CIAO!

I am so in love with Joseph, and I'm sure anyone who bothers to read this journal knows that by now. ♥

There's not much to do today, just like yesterday and the day before. Life may have fallen into another rhythmic routine, but it's more peaceful than it had ever been. I only have a few complaints, most of which are directed to myself. Not bad.
I ( Read more... )

This is me. Half-dead and unmoving; Part realist, part fool; Your lover, their enemy. You trusted me despite my demons. You graciously accepted the pain they offered. But instead of thanking you for your generosity, I broke your spirit and left you alone. I made you alone. The guilt I acquired from selfishness is now my burden to carry- my greatest ( Read more... )

I wonder why I'm here. True, scientists and religious heads alike have offered a thousand answers to that overrated question. Both figures have tried to explain the purpose of our existence with convincing data (or otherwise- depends on how you look at it) derived from thorough research. And yet- when I really think about it, none of them makes ( Read more... )