i feel like im the only person on the planet who isn't married.

that's not to say i want to be. i just cant help but feel like ive made some mistakes. 

 This girl is done! D-U-N. The hard part is over. Now I have to get my charming self a job. Which will only be a hard process until I land an interview. I already had one interview at a marketing agency and they offered me the job. I said no. I felt empowered ( Read more... )

Oh, election day. I am really scared. The amount of ignorance I have seen in the past few weeks has given me a lot of anxiety.

Also, I hope my faith in Massachusetts serves me right. Yes on Question 3. No more greyhound racing. For reals.

Speaking of anxiety, I had a slight panic attack yesterday. And by slight, I mean pretty big. It's November. ( Read more... )

some days i feel like someone pushed the pause button and everything stops but me and my mind keeps racing and my head keeps spinning and my heart keeps hurting. i can get through everything but this. i can see the light at the end with anythingeverything else. not this. i can't. i want to. and it doesnt help that it is now officially fall and i ( Read more... )

it hurts. more than anything. i am suffering and it is the worst ever. i cant breathe and i want it all to go away.

im idealizing. i need to stop. i need this to stop. fast forward, please.

I am on E. E as in exhausted. As in empty.

I hate this part. I want to skip to the next stage where I'm happy and comfortable again. I want my head to be right again. Every night has been a battle for sleep. Where is my familiarity?

There is no life left in me.

Just letting you know this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

it's been awhile ( Read more... )

"A fool gives vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control ( Read more... )

 The Patriots lost the Superbowl last night and honestly, I feel like someone died. It's like I watched a dynasty fall. And this is exactly why I never let myself be a sports fan. I get too invested ( Read more... )

Hello 2008! I knew this would be a good year. I love cute apartments, and puzzles on coffee tables, and magnetic poetry, and lists, and early mornings, and what feels like new love.

Life seems promising.