I miss the Dork. I really think he's something. Heck, just the other day he told off one of those weasel girls, you know the ones that lead guys on, then when they are called on it, say that they weren't and that they only think of the person as a brother, but then when you look at the stuff they said, all you can say is 'what a brother in West ( Read more... )

well, on the urgings of a certain dork who shall remain nameless, I'm going to try updating this thing a little more often, though I'm not sure what exactly to say ( Read more... )

lately it seems like i'm just too damned busy and too short on time. and now i must go. Karen AWAY!!!!

Derek Walas beat me up on the 11th. More than play. He hurt me. Sprained shoulder. Sprained neck. Bruised knee and arm where his thumb was (he gripped it so hard). Put me into a wall, a window, and the pavement. Apparently I tagged him too hard.

Why am I letting him do this to me? Why do I let him get to me like this? Why does it still make me want to cry the hundredth time through? Why doesn't it stop hurting? Why do I let it turn me into a whimpering pile of self-doubting mush, looking for any affirmation that I'm worth something? Why does one man's judgment mean more to me than ( Read more... )

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Ray's mad at me. It's not hard to tell. I almost regret telling him about whats been going on. If he bites his tounge much harder he's going to bite it off.

There are times at night when I like to lie beside him and listen to his gentle snoring. I like the feel of his body and the ways it curves in deep valleys and subtle slopes. I like it when I wake up and try to get out of bed and he unconciously grabs me and holds me back like he never wants me to go. I like the way he moves me. Like he's a ( Read more... )

Now at the beginning of last year I decided that this would be a year for Jack, because I was having so much trouble getting over his death from the previous year. So I went with that ( Read more... )

Raymond is having a really hard time right now. I wish I could do something to help him or cheer him up. He really means so much to me. It just makes me feel awful. Like I want to cry. I don't want him to have to hurt. Not like that. :'(