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dinner..my life's the movie
So last night, David and I spent some time together. I went to his parents' house and hung out with his mom while he fixed up his car. And then we ran some errands and then he took me out to dinner. which was sweet. And I think that we had a good time ( Read more... ) -
the end?
So last thursday night things fell apart ( Read more... ) -
a little better right now...but not the best...
Alright, I've cooled off a little from the last entry...I'm sitting next to him now and feeling inadquate...like I don't erally belong here anymore. Have I become his square peg? I wonder if I could just change my name and leave everyone behind me- like something out of a movie. Don't have the money. Don't have the guts ( Read more... ) -
omg I hate feeling like this.
I'm so angry. It's like brewing within me slowly and seeping out in soft insults under my breath and storming out of houses. What is eating me up? I can't stand feeling this way ( Read more... ) -
too many wine coolers and a fight with david = sad face
damn plastic cutlery and it's empty threats. why can't i just stop this? it feels like everything around me is slowly melting away and it's slowly eating away at me. i wish i could just go work out or sew or do something productive - but I can't. I guess I'm not made that way ( Read more... ) -
hmmm
So, it looks like I'm training for a new job. Sorta excited about the money but not about the uniforms...I'm going to look like an asshole in a suit. Great ( Read more... ) -
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Last week was one of the worst weeks that I have had in a very long time. After falling off the wagon, again, and informing no one but my livejournal about the incident, I spent days trying to think of clever ways to explain my legs if anyone were to see them. Great. I worked most of last weekend through double shifts, which was great cash to have ( Read more... ) -
i almost made it.
i almost made a year. almost. just a few more weeks and i would be one year without doing that. but i did. and it hurts. i almost forgot how it feels the morning after. my eyes are swollen; face is ashen. I hate feeling this way, knowing that if I tell anyone here what I did, the consequences would envelope me. -
happy new year.
and my date is still wrong. *sigh* -
bah! I didn't forget...
I never write in this damn thing anymore. What is wrong with me? I hope that you all had a really nice holiday and my new year's resolution is to try and write...more...lol...
argh.