he's gone  

I've been listening to Cat Power constantly. She's so cute and calming. That's what i've needed lately. My dad is still holding on, but i don't know how he is. He looks really bad, as in really bad. It hurts me to go see him, but i know that i'll regret it if i don't. He's been such a great person to me and i really can't stand thinking of him not ( Read more... )

It's really strange living back with my parents. I've tried to ignore it and chalk it up to being in Texas and adjusting back to Kentucky, but that's not it. We're finally starting to get along and i really don't understand how or why. You'd think that after kicking someone out things would get worse, not better. Oh well, i'm not complaining.

I ( Read more... )

I made guard. It was cute, my brother called me today and gave me this big long speech about how i didn't make it and how he was still proud of me and all that. then he was like, ohh april fools. apparently he's still april fooling people in may.

i was feeling really stressed earlier this morning and wrote this big long blog on myspace. i feel ( Read more... )

I'm back in Kentucky. Texas was so beautiful to me. I only stayed a couple weeks but i know that my time spent there has made a huge impact in my life. Now i'm back, and i get to put all i learned about myself and about life to use. It's awesome and scary at the same time. I have no doubt i can do it. That's what seems really strange about this, i' ( Read more... )

sometimes i'm not going to be the strong one ( Read more... )

I feel so free. I feel as if nothing will be able to stop me from experiencing life and growing as i should. Road blocks, of course..but even those are just more experiences to add to the very long list of road blocks that proceed them. what's even longer than the list of road blocks is the list of good experiences and insight i've gained from ( Read more... )

I wrote this awhile.

It's alright, but it needs some work.

So there once was a girl who made friends with the butterflies near the pond by her home and spoke to them as if they were life long friends. She told them stories of the girls at school and how they would laugh as she told them about her butterfly friends, but she didn't care. She would ( Read more... )

Caitlin told me to get a live journal.
Considering Xanga is basically dead and i do need a place to display my writing i agreed with her.

Hi, Live Journal.

be good to me.