One thing in my life that I would love to be taken seriously...
isn't.
And it kills me.
I feel the only cure is time.
But, why wait?

accismus.

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages

And it's contagious...

And often I wonder if this is all not real.
And when I will wake up.

I'm not sure if I should begin a new journal or continue with the great, eight-year legacy of this one... Every time I look back at previous entries and it disturbs me how small things could ruin me... and how I allowed them to happen. There are many good memories land marked here as well ( Read more... )

I'm so hurt right now. It bothers me a lot that you can give someone everything, love someone so much, be so good to them and faithful but, it can all be forgotten and disregarded in an instant. And that all of those things are now left to rot amongst lies ( Read more... )

Despite all of the new good things occurring...

I am still undeniably devastated that 'friends' is no longer an option for us.
I didn't choose this. Probably for the best, right?

I'm going to Toronto for a long weekend.
I think it is just what I need at this point.
I'm very excited to go and know I will have
a great time. So many great things planned.
I have a lot of things I am happy to escape
from, even if it is for a few days.

I'm trying to develop the words.

"What am I to her or she to me? Nothing. She's an ordinary roommate. I share rooms with her. Our relationship is normal, conforming. We share nothing but space ( Read more... )