because it bothers me sometimes

ps. wtf detect.

there is no way in hell i'd fuck someone just because i trusted them. dont feed me bullshit. you made love with me, you didnt fuck me. stop being such a fucking bitch about it and hone up to your emotions, or else i really will hit an all time low and get over you.

ps. detect location, wtf?

i suppose i should call today my independance day. i woke up at 5 today and packed. very tedious act. 5 boxes. -__- and i had to do it without my mom hearing ( Read more... )

my moms car got towed. she no longer wants me to use it. and i was offered a one bed room apartment for 800 a week. water electricity and cable included. its in pompano beach, walking distance from the water. idk if i should do it.

ps. lol at detect location

when the most intense thing happens, and it must be kept secret?

when the most mind blowing thing happens, that you've ached for over such a long time, and you have to retain it, because it was a "sample". i may have been a tad tipsy, but this was no false memory. this is a halloween to remember. i still have butterflies.

i Suppose my posts a month ago weren't the happiest. but im feeling new, refreshed. I had a job interview this monday, at CHI (a jackson based low income hospital) and was told of 2 positions available. but i want the first one i applied for. (fringe benefits ftw) a week ago monday. oct 13, i met a boy. it was his birthday. and i wasnt exactly Yoel ( Read more... )

i said i couldn't. as much as i'd have loved to.

i could have gotten home, parked my moms car, and left in the supra, my mom didnt check up on me.

STUPID STUPID STUPID!

I've been having alot of suicide dreams. I've been really despising my life. i feel minuscule, i despise not having a job. i can't find one anywhere. ugh. and love life? lets not even go there, my social life has nearly disappeared.

I havent been hungry, at all.

I'm eating, but half of what i normally eat. + it only being about once a day.

all i've wanted is another drink.

i need a job. i need a life. i need to do something. i can't stand sitting here, every day, with no car, no job, and a house hold that restricts my social life, the only thing i barely have to my name.

I don't remember who the hell said it, but the line was, "write a book to get over a girl."

I'm continuing I'd stare too.