I don't believe in horoscopes, but this one actually, in vague terms - of course, explains the start of this week ( Read more... )

Someone shoot me.

I didn't get to bed until about 4 this morning. I woke up about 6:35am for school.
Why was this? Because something was done that required length of conversation with the boy.

All Star United keeps going through my head:
I'm torn, torn in two.
by what I should, or should not do.I'm not entirely sure how to feel about myself ( Read more... )

Amazing ( Read more... )

Um... what the heck happened between this past week and today ( Read more... )

The day ended with one less stress. I feel like I could say the boy and I are okay right now. He called and asked if I wanted to hang out... and despite my every intention of not seeing him tonight, I agreed to go on over. I'll only have 4 1/2 hours, if that, of sleep right now... but at least, I feel more comfortable about our status. I ( Read more... )

I'm trying so hard to keep my head above water and yet the weight of my tears are forcing me to sink ( Read more... )

I'm lying on the boy's floor, on his laptop and on his internet. I don't understand life and why, sometimes, it's so difficult... and why, at other times, it's perfect. Well, close to it ( Read more... )

Life is currently kicking my butt. I'm tired ( Read more... )

Is it wrong to wonder if I'm good for him... ?

He says I'm good enough...

That thought escapes me.

[I need to find another coping mechanism.]

Back to eating normally... le sigh. My mom finally looked at me this morning and was all, "Are you losing weight ( Read more... )