I wrote an apology letter to Laurel a few days ago. I doubt that she will respond. I doubt even further that she even bothered to read it. I have spent an enormous amount of time and energy trying desperately not to think about her or all the places I fucked up while dating her. I couldn't even get myself to have sex with her, at this point my ( Read more... )

So, this is the real life of a compulsive liar. There is something about this problem that somehow prevents you from really ever knowing much about yourself. This is an excerpt from a larger email that took a lot of energy for me to write and has since been something that I re-read, over and over ( Read more... )

I am too damned drunk. I always am. My nerves seem frayed and raw when I'm not. I can't get away from these jackasses. I need my friends in ways I thought only emo kids needed anything.  I need another drink. Badly.