"Sometimes it gets hard to be polite and not take your head between your hands & groan "Shut up forever, you insufferable douche!!""
- @sea_of_shoes

Pretty sure "shut up forever" is my new thing, now. I kinda love it.

I was having a conversation with my Mom today, and she pointed out that I'd changed. Not necessarily in a bad way, but that my personality is growing; I'm becoming more out there and bold ( Read more... )

 Another dream where Stu still loves me, and takes me back.

Another morning where I wake up crying.

I think it's fair to say I'm miserable right now.

Two hours of crying, and all I can think about is how unfair it all is. How hard my university career has been, and how I still clawed myself out of darkness, to graduate with honours.

Somehow, that means nothing to me right now.

I just want the heart break and the struggle to go away.

 Since the break up, it's been normal for me to wake up feeling sad; lonely, hopeless and abandoned.

This morning was a new one; waking up with what I would assume is full blown anxiety. Just constant feelings of worry over nothing, the urge to cry, a heavy feeling of worrying/guilt in the pit of my stomach and hyperventilating.

Whats wrong with

 Dear self:

It's all fine and good and lovely to dream quite realistically that Stu and I got back together, but I hope you know it hurts like fucking hell to wake up and realize that it was only a dream and it's never going to happen.

I really loved the chance to be able to sob like a baby before working all day.

No love, ever,

- Kassie

I had a really nice day today hanging out with Vee; ice cream, trivia games a lots of laughs ( Read more... )

So, it’s 2 am at my house. I’m doodling, listening to music, and then I hear the cheerful ‘bing-bong’ of the doorbell.

Stu has been asleep for hours, and obviously, we’re not expecting anybody to come calling at 2 in the morning.

Instead of answering the door, I cower in my bedroom, convincing myself that it really is alright.

My life is creepy.

I live here, on my knees, as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need, here on the ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe, and though I can't seem to let you go, the one thing that I do know is that you're keeping me down...

 There is a vast difference between gathering in such numbers to protest something deemed politically unacceptable and burning cars after the loss of a hockey game ( Read more... )