Illness always strikes me at the most inconvenient times. I can't exactly imagine a convenient time to be sick, but this just feels particularly inconvenient ( Read more... )

Overall, today was a good birthday. I really appreciated all the phone calls, texts, and wall posts from everyone! Feels good. I'm so important ( Read more... )

I know I'm getting older when my plans for my birthday don't involve alcohol or partying at all. My big plans for today are to clean my room and go visit my aunt's new trailer with my parents and then we'll probably go eat at McDonalds. But I'm so content with that. I can't think of anything else in particular I'd rather do today ( Read more... )

Since massive changes have occurred in my life, I'm hoping it will only perpetuate more change, because this isn't going to work ( Read more... )

We have something new on the menu at ColdStone. They are ice cream cookies. The way we make them is to take two cookies, put a scoop of ice cream between them and sandwich them together, and then roll the edge around in a cup of the appropriate topping, such as sprinkles or chocolate chips. Tyson asked me to make some the other day, and so I set ( Read more... )

If I may be very open and honest about my feelings for a moment.
I am very FRUSTRATED. I feel very TRAPPED. I am UNSATISFIED. I'm ready for these feelings to be GONE. I'm ready for some CHANGES.

Sometimes I hate that my mind erases memories of things that make me too angry. I mean, part of me is grateful for it, because I honestly can't handle thinking about some things because of how angry I feel. But I still have anger even without the memories attached, so then I have additional anger for not being able to recall why I'm so angry ( Read more... )

Oh my fucking god I am going to be moved out of this house by my birthday I don't even care if I have a fucking internship or not I cannot be twenty-three and still living with my parents and having my mother all up in my business twenty-four hours a fucking day.

My standard emotion for this day of the year is here. An overwhelming sense of dissatisfaction as I think about all the opportunities not seized. Unfortunately, it gets worse each year because as I reach each year with the same ending, it reminds me that all I have is a big 'ole pile of years ( Read more... )

What do people do with excess anger? All the residual malice and ill-will left over from a compilation of events that seemingly have no reasonable way of expression, no socially responsible outlet through which to clear the toxin from the body ( Read more... )