I'm making a new journal and am gonna keep it secret( for the most part ). Only a select few will know what it is.

Trust me, it's better this way.

I feel like I'm missing something. I'm sorry, do I know you ( Read more... )

I messed up my knee. It kills. It has this huge goose egg on it. I can barely walk up the stairs. :( It makes me SO mad. If you drop ice on the floor, PICK IT UP. Not so hard. Anyways. I might be getting the hematoma on my knee drained. When you fracture the patella, it fills with blood and causes lots o'pain. I have a feeling I might be on ( Read more... )

New travel plans ( Read more... )

That was quite possibly the worst thing anyone has ever said to me.

I loathe myself to the core.

Dear Livejournal ( Read more... )

This is gonna sting....

But it needs to come out....sooner rather than later.

....."oh my sparrow, it's too late."

I thought I would write an entry that everyone could actually see ( Read more... )

STOP ACCUSING ME OF THINGS I AM NOT DOING.

And stop telling me what I do and do not like. I know what I like, and I know what I don't. You may have an idea because you "know me", but you don't know how I feel.

So calm down, and keep your opinions of me to yourself.

Thanks.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.