So last night I danced. Yes. And I danced hard. I was telling this one girl I know that it seems that when people have drinking problems the typical outpouring of guilt seems to go along the lines of "I don't like what I become when I drink. I turn into something I'm not. When I'm drink, I'm not me." Well last night I danced. And I danced ( Read more... )

OMG!!! I so update more than anybody. Hopefully your out there! Looking forward to talking to you. I love Katy and want to spend the rest of my life with her. I swear. Turkey swandwiches in the house yo.

I have friends now.....check 'em out. How do you feel about apostrophe's? Honestly.

Debating as to whether I either should, or shouldn't do this seriously.

OMG! So like this is totally back. I really have a new perspective on things. Like, what is going on everybody? So I have like a lot to tell errbody (everybody) since I last updated. If this tells you anything, the least that it can do is show you that the "I" isn't lost. Hell yea, you know? Any hoo, I'm definately, and I mean definately, ( Read more... )

I feel as if this journal is no longer part of me. See these black letters? They are the only remnants of what once was. Whiteness has imposed itself, has forced itself upon my choking birth right to speak. Run. Away.

My name isn't Valentine, so it sure as fuck isn't mine.

You all speak of death. Death looked in the fucking face...death at a keg party. I too speak of death. But by not speaking. Death is a blessing to the agony that is life. Death as de-pantser...if I only got so much. I will not look death in the face like you, for fear of falling in love. Living, that is far worse. In death there is no " ( Read more... )

Bete noire.

Maudlin.