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Moved.
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one of those random-quick updates because if I don't put this in writing somewhere I will explode
I received an email from Mark a few hours ago stating he doesn't know why he's writing me, but that he wants me to know how his time away from me has made him realize that he truly does love me, only he was weak and is weak and broken so he couldn't commit to loving me properly. I am broken too but I've never run away from something I was ( Read more... ) -
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I've noticed quite a few people have moved their journals. I haven't added you back because I don't want to specifically write here anymore...but keep me on so I can find you when I'm ready to again soon. I have so much creative writing to do that I haven't had much time to write in journals at all...though I'm sure I could benefit from it again.- -
In her words.
I had a sudden mad impulse to pack my bags and get away from both of them. Maybe it wasn't a question of choosing between them but just of escaping both entirely. Released in my own custody.
Fear of Flying by Erica Jong -
Love mutates.
I was fired the other day ( Read more... ) -
oh, myspace.
my mother found me on myspace. she wrote to me pretending to be my sister. I saw right through her within the first two sentences. with everything else happening I could consider this a weight, but I do not. any last strand of hope I clung to has been diminished. she was calculated, cruel, digging into my every nerve with her words, lying about ( Read more... ) -
points.
a. We ended up speaking all night. I have to pry him off the phone when he talks to me. There is something...something...something...something ( Read more... ) -
Goodbye, my love.
I'm exhausted. I've figured out that I'm not cut out to work like a 'normal' person unless it's at something I passionately enjoy and that which fulfills me where I can be my own boss and set my own hours. I'm miserable otherwise, not regularly miserable but irritably and destructively so, though this gives me a real goal to set my mind on. Finally ( Read more... ) -
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
Saturday night I reunited with an old best friend. She was already drunk by the time I saw her after work, smiling widely and grabbing my wrist to lure me over to the bar, but our initial greeting wasn't awkward. I hated everything about the atmosphere we were trying to reconnect in from the music to the people however it was interesting to see her ( Read more... ) -
Burn.
I want to be innocent. I want to exfoliate and break out of myself. I want to be twelve, because that was the beginning of another life for me. I've lived a little more than doubly and that first dozen, the baby years, my childhood, is all fading. I can barely grasp the memories anymore. Perhaps this is why revisting my past is almost essential ( Read more... )