This is the first time I am posting in a very very very long time. But... oh well. Just for a quick update, I am still with my boyfriend of one year and 7 months, still in school studying to become a Paramedic. I have 4 months left and I will be completley finished, making around 40,000 a year supporting only myself. I assume that's a pretty good ( Read more... )

Have not updated in eleven weeks. That is a really really long time. I've been so busy latley, so much has happened in these last two months I wouldn't even know where to begin ( Read more... )

I am missing Warped Tour. Andrew just called and let me hear Yellowcard perform "Ocean Avenue" and I wish I was there ( Read more... )

Do it now. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you ( Read more... )

I know I have not updated in a million years. I was sick, had surgery, still not all better and I think I am now addicted to painkillers. I'm in agony when I don't have any in my system ( Read more... )

Oh my god.. I cannot even begin. This will be the most fucked up entry I ever write. if you cannot follow it, it is absolutley understandable..had to take a second for the feeling FEELING of the music.. on my own.. I love these brief moments when I have no NO responsibilities at all, that word doesn't even exist to me when I (am flying) high above ( Read more... )

I am a waste of air..water..food..everything on earth. I have no sense of myself (if that makes any sense?). I openly express my anger to everyone except the person who desperatley needs to hear it. I let it go on for so long, which makes me a bad person, I know this. But the more and more he pours his heart out to me, the less I can tell him how I ( Read more... )

I just added icons to my journal and updated the bio and interests if anyone cares to look!

I never know how to begin something I fear will end because I have such a fleeting heart. The walls are still constant and unbreakable, even if they seem to diminish for a brief moment. I am floating for a few days, then I start sliding back to reality again-the reality that I still want to be alone. Still feel alone, and I'm repeating myself once ( Read more... )

Strange night.. I guess I should wait until I sort all my feelings out until I write about it, but something compelled me to at the moment. Whoa. I just keep having to remind myself to breathe.. slowly.. steadily. Focus on all the events that occurred the previous night. Try to make sense of it all ( Read more... )