There comes a time when I need to let things go. I'm not good at this. For this reason, I don't think I'd ever be able to foster cats. When they would finally be adopted, I don't know if I'd be able to part with something that's grown near and dear to me. Even if it's for the best, it would still be so hard. I'm a creature of habit as well, so ( Read more... )

Oh-em-eff-gee, it's Kelli ( Read more... )

At the end of every summer, I make a CD for Madre to listen to in her car. That CD is more or less a diary of what has happened in my life and the emotions I've expressed since the summer before. It's also been a personal tradition in my Livejournal to quote excerpts from journal entries of the past year to sum it all up. Since I've severely ( Read more... )

I have reminded myself of the classic yet obnoxious Green Day song, "Wake me up when September ends ( Read more... )

My friends don't live here.

There's nothing to do around here.

And even when there is, I'm the only one with a curfew.

I'm so itchy. Aaargh.

Nobody wants my portraits.

I still don't have a job.
My car priveledges are gone until I get one.

I'm in a relationship that can't survive past summer.
And that really hurts...

It all really hurts.

( One of those shuffled music surveys )

( Survey again, fwee! )

I'm not sure what it is, but something's in my head that tells me to keep him close. Even after a fairly painful breakup two years ago, and after all the heartache I went through, that voice was still there asking me, "Why the hell did you do that?" It quieted down for a long time, but it was never completely silent. Especially since we've ( Read more... )

( You know the drill )

These very recent weeks have been a mishmash of crazy things. Nothing is really working out the way it should. It's like that puzzle piece that appears to belong with the surrounding pieces, but the edges don't match up quite right ( Read more... )