I am losing my mind...

i am so scared of diving back in. I abhor expressing my feelings out loud. I hate talking about this business. And people still seem to want to pry.

Why does it seem like everyone wants me to make snap decisions about things?

Cheese-itz and chocolate milk are pretty much the shit.

I hate this, I hate this, I hate this ( Read more... )

I am about to completely unravel, and it's not going to be pretty. I am so scared to tell C that he's got to leave the love of his life, and it's fucking killing me. Here's the story ( Read more... )

I also refuse to have a battle with an unarmed person ( Read more... )

I don't know what I'd call her exactly, but she's married. It's just weird ( Read more... )

When that day comes, I'll become the sea.

I'm crawling back into my hole of discontent.

I seem to have lost.

I'm still alive. I'm thinking about updated this thing more frequently. It's the only journal i've managed to keep for a while

get of the shower and i have a missed call. it's my mom, so i call her back and she's going on about the cell phone bill and such, and ugh. i had gotten on the internet here and there to check the weather when i didn't have access to such technology, didn't think it was a big deal. i guess i was wrong... i could tolerate my mother teliing me that i ( Read more... )