Happily Ever After isn't bull-shit. We're still friends, it's great, etc. I'm leveling out and feeling fine...things will work out eventually, they always do ( Read more... )

And we owe it to kids to stop perpetuating those lies. I broke up with Luca. I feel like a monster. I feel like no one should ever feel pain. I want no one to ever feel heartsick or heartbroken. Everything should just work out okay. There's already enough other crap to worry about, tragedy that can happen ( Read more... )

I wish I could act out my emotions better. I never realize how incredibly sad I am until I'm sitting alone at night watching a sad movie with beautiful music flirting with both major and minor keys. And then I just bawl, but quietly because I have a roommate. Everything floods to me from the last few months that never got done, that I never felt ( Read more... )

Things are great with Luca and I feel like I've been lulled into this comfortable and secure place, but part of me is waiting for the proverbial shoe. Every time I feel comfortable, or at ease about anything, something awful and completely shattering happens. Which I guess is just how the life experience goes, but still, I'm really invested in this ( Read more... )

I need to be straight with people. I need to accept the unsavory parts of relationships and do what's right. Metaphorically closing my eyes, sticking my fingers in my ears, and going " LA LA LA LA -what?- LA LA LA - can't hear you- LA LA LA " isn't working. How does one really step up and act like an adult? I'm honestly kind of ashamed that honesty ( Read more... )

For the prime of my life, I feel awfully bogged down. I'm already dreading work every morning, sold out for better pay and benefits, and feeling gloomy about the way the rest of my life will go. Having my whole future ahead of me doesn't seem true and it certainly doesn't help to have the whole societal mentality of achieving ultimate success as ( Read more... )

Here I am, another mole short of my original genetic plan. I went in to a dermatologist for various derma-reasons, and walked out with a crater in my skin. I didn't think they'd just take it right away, but they wanted to check it for cancer. The nurse injected the site with this stuff that restricts blood flow to the area, so my mole turned kind ( Read more... )

My three day weekend in NYC was marvelous. I felt so relaxed and content the whole time I was there, moseying around Manhattan and Brooklyn. I realized how at home I felt there and decided I would expand my grad school search out East. I'm so so bad at being patient and working toward a future goal, but I'm aware of what I'm up against, and aware ( Read more... )

Oy what a day it has been. And a weekend. Specifically Saturday night, at the art show/concert/fashion show/loft party. What a giant load of shit that whole thing was. In theory, the aforementioned event sounds like an interesting albeit pretentious time. Zero interest, 100 percent pretension. Completely undeserved pretension. I have never seen ( Read more... )

My New Year's Day was actually really tumultuous. A lot of things came to light that were hard to think about. But what a better way to start off a year than with my feet firmly planted on the ground?