"it was time" she tells me.... again. the first "time" was when she was told by her boy (yes I said BOY - he's not a MAN by any stretch) that she should return the key to our apartment. (Yes, I still call it "ours" - for all it's worth to me, it IS still ours. I highly doubt I could ever have another person live here and not think that it's mine ( Read more... )

I originally started this journal as a way for me to deal with my frustrations. I didn't see the point in it at first, because I thought it was kinda childish and immature. I figured that if someone had something to say, then friggin say it! Yet, I found that this was an excellent way to release tension on things that otherwise don't matter. Of ( Read more... )

...Verizon Wireless - America's most reliable wireless network. This is Trevor.  How can I help you ( Read more... )

... what to say anymore? My mind is just a jumbled mess right now that I can't even really think clearly. This is frustrating, and I really don't like it. I know that if I had something to do with my day besides whatever I found myself doing (read: work), then it wouldn't be so bad. I'd at least be able to concentrate on other things for once ( Read more... )

The truth hurts the most when it comes from someone who knows you the most, doesn't it?

It’s weird being here, interacting with some of the things that I do.  Obviously this is still my place, and these are still my things, but the knowledge that she was here - that she shared these things with me - will continue to haunt me for some time.  Yes, I realize that it’s only been but a week.  Yet, I still feel the pain of losing her with ( Read more... )

I had a bunch of shit written on here, but I edited it for content. Let me just ask this:

Why, oh why, didn't I take the BLUE pill?!

7 months to wait seemed like such a long time, and so long ago. yet, here it is - d-day. she's not called, or even sent a text, so I guess I have nothing to say. part of me was holding on to that hope that she'd see his face and say, "what the fuck was I thinking?!" and then call on me. yet, here it is - 4 hours after they should have seen each ( Read more... )

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense ( Read more... )

Ever get the feeling that you're being played for a fool? That the person you want most in your life wants you only for what they can get out of you? That while you wait for the next moment you can see, hear, smell, touch them, they only seem to come around because they have nothing else going on for them ( Read more... )