Ok it's been forever and I believe the last time I posted it had something to do with a broken ankle and revisiting a bad love affair. Since then, I'm back at Temple and I'll graduate a year later than intended. However, had I not returned I would not have had the opportunity to work on INTO THE WOODS at Temple. Long story short, it was a great ( Read more... )

I'm right back where I fucking started. I smell like him. I can't sleep without him tonight. Wow. I feel like shit.

I'm watching old school Iron Chef. Like when it's all in Japanese with subtitles and shit.

The surgery went well, but the pain is fucking brutal. In the hospital I was waking up hourly and the nurses would check on me and feed me more pain medication. The amount of morphine I had combined with the number of vicodins I took probably should have killed me. It didn't even touch the pain and I barely slept. It's good to be home, but the pain ( Read more... )

I'm stuck at home for God knows how long. For those of you that don't know, I dislocated my knee and broke my ankle on Friday night. Dad and Conner picked me up Saturday morning and I've been home ever since. I feel like shit. I'm not getting any work done because I fall asleep every 2 hours. The doctors don't want me to throw a clot so I can't ( Read more... )

This isn't fucking fair. He didn't do anything to deserve this.

He shouldn't have to go through this.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.....

and I wasn't supposed to fall.

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore and I just started crying in Tyler's stupid car on the way home. I'm just so frustrated with this whole foot injury thing. I faked it not hurting for about 75% of rehearsal tonight. And my apologies to Tyler to squeezing the fuck out of his hand during "Married". I just want it all to go away. I would trade ( Read more... )

I can just feel the thunderstorm motherfucking brewing (outside and in). I'm just going to finish out this semester with the people that I love and that I know love me and then I don't have to care about anything all summer. I'm supposed to apply Sean's philosophy to being sick, but I'm going to apply it to everything right now: "It's mind over ( Read more... )

I wish last night ended in me passing out because I was completely wasted and not because I sobered up and cried myself to sleep. After I became a loose cannon I made the choice to get out of the place that was fucking with my head. I know that you're thinking it was him fucking with my head and not the circumstances of last night, but he didn't do ( Read more... )

So I spent a good portion of time rereading old entries and wow! I probably would have killed myself this summer if it wasn't for Sean. And if I didn't kill myself, I would've probably damaged myself in some way ( Read more... )