It was the year 2006; I was nearing my junior year of college. Shortly after I left for my five week study abroad in Argentina, my sister packed up her belongings for a one year teaching stint in Mexico. Without a roommate for the impending school year, I could neither afford the cost of a dorm room nor an apartment. I had all but resigned ( Read more... )

... I spent $15 on a fucking renaming token but dammit, I'm home.

Man.  I'm starting to realize why people use alcohol to solve their problems.  I'm also starting to realize how necessary this new journal was to document my emotional regression.  Thank you, kind stalker, for you knew more about me than I knew myself.

I felt ironically dirty after a conversation on rape turned to incoherent backpeddaling complete with his arm around me and repeated use of the word "baby."  Even worse, I feel dirty for slowly inching away rather than shoving him off of me and screaming, "Piss off, motherfucker!  I'm not your baby!"

Where-oh-where has my assertiveness gone?  I ( Read more... )

Friends only for a multitude of reasons -- and hating every one of them.