THERE ARE STILL SO MANY PAGES TO READ.

I no longer count the days in minutes, calories having become the unit of importance from one moment to the next. As unyielding as I may be percieved to be, I'm breaking. Bit by bit I see strength dissipating, though what I hate still clings stubbornly to my innards, a leaden weight to tie me to the ground. My limbs are heavy, too heavy to live my ( Read more... )

Went to see The Rocky Horror Show live tonight at the Ethnic Cultural Theatre with Olivia, Lauren, and Brian, and I am SOOO glad I went. I admit, I got really tired of all the annoying kids constantly quoting the Picture Show, but seeing it live has increased my love for it tenfold. Oh, all the buttocks and fishnets.. It was beautiful.

He makes me feel like a girl deep down inside.

Eggshells are unecessary, you can do nothing to combat the all encompassing air of uncertainty in my life at the moment. Offense need not be taken either, you must understand; I just feel lost.

Does it make me a bad person for regretting introducing her to him? Because now he's fucked us all over and she has more fun with them than she ever did with me.

I miss London Bridge.

Why is it that he can message all of his friends Happy Holidays, but can't even call the people who called him family for nearly a year to let them know he is not dead? Let alone give his "sister" his address so she can send him the Holiday card she made him. It makes me so frustrated how cut and run people can be. It's not even just him, either. ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure I almost give up on opening my life to him.

I have been awake for 28 hours straight, was in the printing studio for 19 and one half of them, standing for probably 15, and then went downtown to peruse Pike's for Kathy's birthday ( Read more... )

I am up at 7:29 on a Saturday morning. Why?

BECAUSE MY FUCKING FINAL IS AT EIGHT FUCKING THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

Boo.