I had a disturbing dream about my ex boyfriend a few nights ago. As much as we despise each other, and this would never happen in real life. He was protecting me in the dream. I think it just means I'm finally closing a chapter on that part of my life, and I don't think I hate him for the things hes done anymore. I don't even know if that makes any ( Read more... )

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I'm done with he fair stuff, and now I'm moving to Columbus in a week. I need a fucking job.

I think I'm finally getting good at letting negative things that people have to say about me roll off my back. The worst part about it is when the negative things come from someone who you used to trust.

I'm not sure why I decided to come back to this. I kind of forgot about it for awhile. I guess I've got some time to spare at the moment ( Read more... )

I need to start writing out a pros, and cons list before I make a decision. I always just act on impulse, and end you doing something irrational.

The shit I get myself into sometimes.

Man, living paycheck to paycheck blows.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't dating such an attractive boy. It gets tiring fighting dumb cunts off with a stick.

All is well in Tiffani land. My trip to Canada was completely awesome. Mitch, and I worked things out. My job just got a whole lot sweeter. And I'm less than a month away from my birthday.

It's really nice having things to look forward to.

Mitch, and I are "taking a break."

I don't know how I feel about this. It's not even like were even taking a break. I think it consisted of us not talking for 3 days, and then talking every day since then. We hung out every day this weekend, and he even kissed me. basically, I don't know what the fuck is going on. I hate that shit.