I'm feeling some sadness this morning. I woke up from a dream I was having that Dark Huntre was in... It was very erotic, with a touch of desperation that could be felt in the passionate kisses and the strength of our bodies pressed together. It was as if we knew that it was over, but needed each other one last time ( Read more... )

Better In Time

It's been the longest winter without you ( Read more... )

I had a wonderful weekend. I took the train down to my grandma's house and stayed over with her. I was feeling really down that night (Friday), but by Saturday afternoon I was feeling a lot better. My grandmother and I watched my three cousins over night while their parents celebrated their anniversary at the beach ( Read more... )

Journalling works wonders sometimes.
I'm already feeling quite a bit better.

And I'm really digging the new Tori album I just bought today.

Goddamn I'm feeling so low. This sadness is sometimes just too much to feel. How can I feel so fine and at peace some days, and completely low the next? Although I know why I feel this low... Any form of contact is so not okay. I need to trust and listen to myself. Every fiber of my being tells me that space (in all forms) is absolutely necessary. ( Read more... )

Tonight at the Thursday evening meditation a woman told me that I looked shiny. I took this as a compliment, because she told me she noticed something different about me and that I looked happier than when she had seen me last week.

I can take shiny. This makes me happy.

I had the best day yesterday... Seriously, felt so at peace and even really happy with where I'm at. I saw my therapist and talked with her about my feelings concerning therapy and we had a great chat about it. She gave me a homework assignment to really think about what I am needing and wanting right now, so I'm meditating on that and will write ( Read more... )

I really need to change my attitude. I've been so overwhelmed with grief and can feel myself starting to wallow about what I don't have, when I need to just accept that this is reality and the only way to live is to let go and move on. This is all just so much uneccesary suffering attached to the grief I feel: all the stories I tell myself, ( Read more... )

And it is. It's real and it hurts like fucking hell. I want and desire what I cannot have and it's bringing me so down. I miss her in the most intense ways ( Read more... )

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