So after all the crazy shit that has happened within the past two weeks (i'll spare you the details, just know i've grown from it all) i'm finally okay. For the most part, that is ( Read more... )

That everyone's alone ( Read more... )

Good. Good. Good. Good.
I'm having a ^ time, folks.

If i can do it, anyone can. Yes, even you, Duff.

By the way, uhm, i think some one, maybe even anyone, should come visit me this weekend. I kind of miss the taste of Long Island. Just this once though.

I hate that idling time between 10:30 and 2:30. This morning i feel even weirder than usual ( Read more... )

So i've been happier, i'm going to fucking counciling against my will, and i've been more positive and last night me and Nick fight over him dressing up as a LARPER (live action role player-it's like being a d&d freak, but in costume), i absolutely am against it....we fight and he dumps me again ( Read more... )

So me and Nick are back together. Psh, i know, i'm just too good to let go.

Love you all. And i'll be home Saterday.

On another note, i feel like i've hit rock bottom and have continued to dig.

The entry i deleted was unacceptable and i'm sorry. I shouldn't have written any of it and i didn't mean it. I was being a little baby. I'm just having a REALLY hard time right now.

I knew he'd come back. No one else will ever give him a lapdance to Fall Out Boy. A whole cds worth.

Oh, and i can't stress this enough:
LISTEN TO CYPRESS HILL. They're just..."Like budda" <---that's 'butter'...not 'buddah'

Cawfee talk, people.

I don't even have my Bright Eyes cd with me.