Well, even though I sit here in a state complete mental exhaustion (I am really suprized I'm capable of typing this...), I feel better than I have in a while. I'm physically sore, my fingers and hands are calloused and cut, and my brain... Goddess... It feels like someone scooped my brain about, and then filled the inside of my head with spagetti-O ( Read more... )

Dreaming comes so easily ( Read more... )

(an old Cure song... I changed the "her's" to "his's" and vice versa ( Read more... )

fuck you for making me feel this way ( Read more... )

Oh man, I have no idea what to do. Sara just left, like, five minutes ago, for OKC with one of her friends. She's gonna be there until Wednesday or Thursday. We've never spent that long apart before. What the hell am I gonna do without her her to tell me what to do and keep me from being stupid? EEK! This sucks! It's almost like I just got smacked ( Read more... )

Yeah, that's right bitches, I'm a fucking pimp.

Bah, lots of shit too write, but I don't feel like writing now, so just consider this a quickie to let you all know I'm alive...

I'll probably update later today.

Well, last night was fun. By the time Sara got home, after two times of telling me that she was leaving in a couple of minutes, but taking 2 and a half hours to actually get home, I was so infuriated. Not only did I still not have a good explanation as too why I was kept worring and wondering where the hell she was, but the plans I had made to go ( Read more... )

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I'm so tired of dealing with this breakup. I'm tired of just bottling everything up and hiding it away. I had to come face to face with the raging jealousy monster this morning, and I thought that I would kick it's ass, but it ate me alive. I have no right be jealous of Sara's new friends, do I? I mean, I have new friends too, so why can't she? ( Read more... )