Hmm whats there to say. I feel lost. Alone. Sad. Stricken. Emotional. Numb. Inspired. Rejuvinated. Tired. Restless. Anxious. Avoidant. Abandoned. Grateful. Thankful. And those are the main emtions. I am dealing. Not coping or escaping. And i like that fact. I also like the fact that i am a strong indvidual who can accomplish all i put my mind too ( Read more... )

When there is a trigger that causes me to freak its really hard to explain...I heard sirens today and all I could think about was picking my dad up off the floor. Holding him wishing to hear that noise...it brings back everything. I couldn't breathe and I had this strange feeling and wanted to run. I am trying to cope but damn its hard. I don't ( Read more... )

our conversations make me feel at home ( Read more... )

Ben Folds- Song for the Dumped ( Read more... )

nothing lasts forever. and thats the way it should be. Honestly love shouldn't be experinced with just one person. AS for sex, well that is something that isn't even a part of love and nothing that I want to take part in. Thats why god created masturbation, people can release that disgusting desire in that way. Even friends are in a way "in love" ( Read more... )

Is it wrong to know that everything she says is right. I am egotistical and I am vindictive. I want more than anything to have the ability to go back into time. It started by that desire to help someone and it has ended(though hopefully not) with that person helping me. I hope that she is happy. Great love always stays with you. and I am almost ( Read more... )

I've resolved upon this course, which has no need of you ( Read more... )

FCUK VALENTINES DAY.
FUCK MY BROKEN HEART.
and FUCK THE FACT THAT I CAN"T FIND WALDO THROUGH THESE TEARS.

i can say that i am a okay and force a smile but does that heart the sharp blade that seems to be in my heart from sticking out. maybe its just invisible to everone else. i must be kidding myself. i love her. i can't move on. i fucked up. hearing his voice and knowing that she his snuggled next to him on his couch watching te super bowl just makes ( Read more... )

this week i have talked to god, and accomplished nothing at all. drugs makes you do crazy thing. and love makes you do even crazier things. Lovng somwone so much that a pice of your slef dies. hat is a amazingaing pissibliety. how do things get confused? friends to relationships? like vs, love? where is that boundarey and how and when do we know ( Read more... )