"That's the best part of our relationship...making you laugh"

I am really really lucky.

I've been accepted for a job as a personal assistant to a 54 year old lawyer. It pays $400 a week, and he considers it part-time. My only issue is that I found it on craigslist. I'm desperately hoping it's not a scam. With $400 a week I will make enough money in less than 2 weeks to pay all my bills. Everything I make after that I can use to ( Read more... )

I am extremely unhappy right now. I've been having really vivid dreams lately, and they're messing with my head.

Cup-party-drink ( Read more... )

I'm so angry at myself for being concerned with petty bullshit when there are bigger fish to fry.

And all these years I've been wishing on recycled stars
Whose power was used up long before my eyes drew north

To be continued?

Two years ago today my journal entry stated this:

"I live my life like a photograph. Stuck in one place and time that you never want to change or disappear or be damaged."

I've been trying to get myself back into that same photograph for the past few months, but someone's messed with the contrast.

I miss writing poetry.

And having morals.

When you guys left you took the best part of Cherokee, Marlton, and me with you.

My name is Chelsea Jane Hartsough. Jane isn't my favorite name, but it'll do.

I weigh 155 pounds. Not 110 or 130 or even 140.
155. And I'm ok with that.

I am self conscious about my legs and my teeth and not much else. I've realized that in the past the only things I disliked about myself were things that others made me dislike ( Read more... )