If I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, why can't anyone fucking hear me?

So, in case no one out there has heard of it, every year Komen does a Race for the Cure to help fight breast cancer. This year, I'm running, and I could use all the help with donations that I can get.

http://rfcptt.convio.net/goto/ruthie

You can donate via that link, or, if you ( Read more... )

I feel good today. Like really, honestly, good.

I feel content and meaningful.

And I'm praying praying praying that this feeling stays.

I have so many secrets, so many skeletons.

Sometimes I wish I had someone to tell them all to.

...and I definitely think almost everything is about me, even when it probably has nothing to do with me whatsoever.

Oh well.

PS. I'm typping this, but it looks like symbols on my screen, so if I don't have any typos, be impressed.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

Yeah, so my eyes are totally closed right now because I was told that that's how you freewrite better. Because I can't see what I'm wri5ting, I'm supposed to not concentrate on it as muych. I can kind of follow that, but, I meann, I'm still controlling what words exit ym brain, youknow ( Read more... )

Not really, I'm nothing.

And I'm sitting here, curled up in a ball, crying my eyes out to Simon and Garfunkel. I don't update this anymore because I used it to reach out to You, and, well, I don't want you to have to buy into any more of my bullshit.

I'm just so fucking sick of being sad.
Of disappointment.
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Fuck you, too.

I check your journal at least twice a day to see how you're doing...

because I miss you so much, and we don't have time to talk, but I don't want you to go away.