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As wind blows through doors,
Is not this journal empty?
One needs an update.

Livejournal needs words.
And yet we cannot give them.
Candy rots ones teeth.

I have hurt one I love. I am sorry. Ill never be sorry enough to make up for what I have done to him. But he understands.

With Robert, I am happier than I have been in a long time. I am goofy with him. I laugh louder and harder than I ever do.

I feel happy. I feel loved. I feel good.

I feel almostnormal.

I am me... I am you.

I am used.

I have this picture in my head of him answering the phone, rolling over in his bed, picking up the phone...and her beside him, her hands on him....

Tall, dark...beautiful.

But which her? Which him? Who could I be referring too? You'll never know...

Am I being used? And by who? And how?

And *POOF* now I am in a good mood.

I've had a good weekend.

<3

We got Saddam!

Sometimes being yourself just isn't enough ( Read more... )

God help me.

What have I done?

What have I started?

This isn't my fault, I tried to make things right...

Don't make me chose.

I can't.

Choose, you push. Choose, and I am pulled. Choose, they all shout into the night, screaming the deepest desires of their unholy hearts. The undesirables. When a partner comes along, how do you say no? How do you tell them there is someone important....they usually know. But you want them too. But does it matter? Choose, you all shout, you heartless ( Read more... )

Cat is dead. I've killed her. The one you all knew and love, she is gone. She died a horrible death, among the autumn leaves. Crying and dying, pain was always the only option. She cried while she died, never understanding what went wrong. Fucked up. Fucking up. Fucked over. But then again, who really cares? Not you. Not them. Not I. For I was the ( Read more... )