I don't want to be one of /those/ people and post my feelings all over Facebook, and I know it's not much better to do it here, but that's the kind of the purpose of this thing, right? It is a journal, after all ( Read more... )

It feels like London out there, and in here. It's gloomy, and rainy, you can't rely on the sun for light, and Poirot is on tv. Mother and I made chocolate chip cookies, and since I did most of the baking, they are considerably of less caliber than hers. Days like today I miss England an exceptional amount, and my friends over there, as well. I ( Read more... )

>:( <----- That's what that is ( Read more... )

That's what she said ( Read more... )

1. Last beverage: Hot chocolate with caramel ( Read more... )

I think I've made a terrible mistake. No, not /that/ kind of mistake. I divulged (devulged? maybe neither of those are right), anyway I told some things to a friend, and while this isn't an issue of trust, I think the things I told them should've just been kept to myself. To stew away in my gut. I've revealed too much and it has left me vulnerable ( Read more... )

I have come to the conclusion, that *this* thing, and ultimately my real journal, are to become my outlet to word vomming. I can't resort to people because of the following, but not limited to, reasons: they have a job, they're in school, they have a significant other, they have their own issues to deal with, they're stressed enough as it is ( Read more... )

Well, I had hoped it would never come to this. I am right back where I was freshmen year. I have since moved back home and I hate it. Mother is fine, but everything is just wrong. I have literally, oh maybe 3 friends in town, I don't have a job, and I'm up in the cities so often I should be living up there. I can't get a show to save me (save for ( Read more... )

Friends are hard to come by these days. Not even good friends, just friends in general. Which is unfortuante because my friends are one of the main things that keeps my faith in humanity alive. What happens when I have to keep questioning who those people are?

The line between being happy and being sane is obscenely blurred.