I'm feeling myself become really numb. Slowly. To everything. I'm not...feeling things like I used to. I'm forgetting things that should be important. I'm becoming irritated at a faster pace.

It's like being disconnected from everything around you and becoming like a ghost.

I don't quite get this.

I've just sent myself to my own grave ( Read more... )

First of all, I would like to open this entry with the most honest sentences I have ever written ( Read more... )

They say if you care for someone, you'll let them go and see what happens from there.

Lydia: *shrugs* Not understanding anything at the moment. Frustated with the fact that there may be no answers to the questions I ask ( Read more... )

You're not always easy to share space with ( Read more... )

My stomach turned over and over and over again as I saw him walk with a most carefree swagger outside, his newest woman at his side. He had changed his style for her, hair, probably clothes, most likely his schedule and his personality all in a night ( Read more... )

I really hate insurance companies. I mean, I can't even begin to express how much loathing I contain for insurance companies. Oh, and for my father, who switched his insurance without telling me and didn't send me a new card. Hmm. Which means....Today, I paid $100 for two prescriptions. $100!!! That's a fucking month's salary for me. That made me ( Read more... )

I'm not good enough ( Read more... )

"I wrote in permanent ink on my skin to remind me that I loved you." - My moment of angst at the coffeeshop yesterday. God, that seems so long ago. Patrick, Dan and I went around 1am and stayed till 4am. Writing poetry, discussing everything, Patrick mostly bent over his notebook while Dan and I exchanged conversation, some flirtacious (like usual ( Read more... )