I'm too sad to tell my story now. Or at least I would be were I to begin to type. I'll talk about all of it later. Let's just say last night was horrible, then it was amazingly comforting (and more which I will disclose perhaps tomorrow), and I am lonely and missing already. Enough said for now. I'll tell my story. I have to. It's too good, ( Read more... )

I'm turning off my computer now. I won't write again until I'm in Pickerington.

I can feel the panic setting in. The fear sucking the breath from my lungs. I cannot leave here. I am not ready to go. I hate it; I hate it with a burning passion but I cannot go. Never again will I have a place where I can easily go to when I do not want to be alone, where I will always be welcome. Oh who am I kidding. No one is going to ( Read more... )

It has begun...

and yes I'm engaging in self-defense mechanisms right and left. And yes I think it's a good idea for the time being. And yes I do intend to stop at the first available opportunity. And yes I....

Today I'm going to say goodbye to my babies at the shelter. I wish I could be taking Bathroom Kitten (i.e. Spring) home with me like I intended to be doing today. I feel so bad leaving her there, leaving all of them there. It breaks my heart to see those little angels trapped in those dirty and delapidated rooms. I walk in and they are all ( Read more... )

This is what I posted in my melodrama tonight. I thought it was good enough to put on here ( Read more... )

In a semi-permanent state of lasting suspense. Fearing the end and how it will come. What I'll be sorry for when it's all said and done. On a happier note ( Read more... )

I have to leave for work in a few minutes; this is my last Sunday working pizza at the dining hall. I can't believe that this is our last week of classes, and I'm not happy about it. I'm really worried. I hate summer so much, and every year around this time (or rather a few weeks from this time) I go through a long period of wishing I were dead ( Read more... )

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I'm sitting in the boys' room right now. I keep having flashbacks from all that has happened this year, and last as well... they were both there after all. I don't know if this is the last of our weeks together, or if I will be back here next year. I feel turned-off by memories of Tryan, ashamed that this girl in my past was me. I feel regret ( Read more... )