So apparently my therapist told me that writing in my journal would be good for me. Go figure 25 years later and we’re still doing this shit. lol ( Read more... )

Here I am laying on the floor of your overcrowded spare room in tears while you smoke weed and watch tv in your bed in your room. I’m so stupid to think you will change. I’m so stupid for coming over. I’m so stupid for holding out hope. I’m so stupid for loving you when you don’t know how to love me back ( Read more... )

How is it it’s almost my anniversary of knowing you and here I am all alone like before?

At this point I think being alone is better. At least then I didn’t get my hopes up and I didn’t get yelled at…

It’s funny how you can go from having the greatest day ever and working 12 hours straight and making a shit ton of money. To basically getting emotionally destroyed by your boyfriend and having the worst night ever. And then having to figure out how to go to sleep for four hours and get up and work hard and act like nothing happened. Anyway, that’s ( Read more... )

Sometimes it hits me randomly. All of the great loves I’ve had, and have lost. It’s hard not to feel lost thinking of them. I should be more grateful for that and this winding and wandering path I’m on. But it gets harder walking, running, driving it alone ( Read more... )

We gather here, we line up ( Read more... )

Coming of age during the plague ( Read more... )

There is so much to update! A dear friend told me I should write in this thing more but honestly I don’t even know where to begin. So for now I’ll say I’m going to officially start tomorrow and try to make this more of a therapeutic habit. This could be good or bad I suppose. For now it’s time for bed, the bunnies agree!

It’s 4:41 am on New Year’s Eve and I cannot sleep. Which is bad because I have a busy day ahead. In any case, I have, as of late, been in love with two people at once. One from my present and one from my past ( Read more... )

when i was twenty-seven i met the love of my life.  it changed everything ( Read more... )