There is something so overwhelming about logging on to livejournal. I feel excited and giddy because I know I will inevitably end up browsing my friends' long neglected pages and reliving the old memories we've almost forgotten. It is a glaring reminder of our long lost innocence and our naivety, our triumphs and our heartbreaking failures. Yes we ( Read more... )

Tonight was an epic fail on the part of myself to have a good time. There were some decent highlights... including the point where Josh lifted his head after just vomiting all over the innocent sidewalk and partially on his shorts to say... "I win.. I think ( Read more... )

So I received an email from good ol' Grandma and the subject line stated, "Please Watch ( Read more... )

Its 1:30 a.m. Sleep is not an option. This midterm essay will be the death of me. It is slowly nibbling at the thin, vulnerable edges of my soul until it is devouring the sensuously warm innards. Eventually there will be nothing left. But I'm still here, stuck, and unable to make a decision as to where to start. I hate midterms.

Me

So I've been drooling on myself for the past twenty minutes, staring at my fish as it swims round and round in his tank. Blissfully, ignorantly, happy little creature swimming, his interest renewed in the same inanimates every time he completes a revolution in his liquid utopia. Bubbly eyes, constantly gasping for air, he gobbles his fishy flakes ( Read more... )

Well this is interesting um... its been a rather long time... years in fact. But hello there. I'll have you know that I'm considerably older and wiser, and a lot less depressed :D I'm in college now and its going just swimmingly ( Read more... )

No matter how much I try its gonna be a long time before I can look at him without my heart breaking. Forgiving was easy because I love him more than anything. But its the knowledge that I have and they memory that makes me sad...

Maybe killing her is the answer. I mean, she serves no real purpose. Pulling a knife across her throat as she sleeps would be so easy.

I have to keep reminding myself to breathe. He'll be home tomorrow...

I can't sleep, now that Tristan isn't here. I've had a taste of what real sleep is like, what its supposed to be in his arms. Now I'm afraid that I shall never sleep again until we are together. We were so close to being together for the entire night. Now I know I am going to be restless until that happens. (And in case any of you were ( Read more... )