Here are the rules ( Read more... )

I decided to start using my Live Journal again. Now that I'm in recovery and I really should be writing out everything I'm thinking on an everyday basis... where would be a better place to do so... really? I have no idea how to format anything on here? And I do remember the days when you had to be invited in order to have a LiveJournal ( Read more... )

Have you had sex in the past 24 hours ( Read more... )

I don't even know why I bother with this journal. No one reads it, who should read it and who might benefit from knowing any of the things that lie inside of me. And it's merely a waste of time ( Read more... )

once upon a time ago in a city far away from lovers ( Read more... )

I don't know why I even picked up that book. To read it for the 3rd or 4th time, after seeing the movie, after knowing how easily the events of Liz Wrtzel's lifehit chords, fucking play symphonies? The first chapteris making me sick to my stomach and I'm reading it... I'm reading it aloud to no one in particular. And I'm convinced now I have a soul ( Read more... )

A couple of days further down the road to recovery... as I am now very tempted to call it. Though what I'm recovering from, except for my time in Arizona, I'm not sure. And my subsequent break up with Lonnie. Everything feels like it should be clicking into place, but it's not. It's just getting more and more chaotic. My father threatens me every ( Read more... )

I think you have to be your own home. That way you can always have a place to heal and recover after your life and your heart have been torn to shreds ( Read more... )

I am going back in time... Everything is going back to normal, or abnormal? I'm not sure what I was once upon a time before I loved him, but I'm slowly crawling back towards that mountain top so that I may look down upon where I have come from and view all the happiness that lies ahead ( Read more... )

R.I.P ( Read more... )