Weekend. I am glad I decided to go to Rock Hill. Joey was sufficiently surprised, and I love doing that. I had hoped to make him feel better, and he claims he does; points for me. Finkle was a lovely car mate; I am worried that he had to stay longer than he was comfortable, since he was practically clutching a boxcutter in his sleep to ward off ( Read more... )

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Joey and I had our 6-month anniversary this weekend. We both forgot until it had just passed 12, but decided it was ok because neither of us cared. No need to do anything special; I feel like we're always doing something special. Special in our own dorky way. Our time is always special since we don't see each other terribly often. What a good ( Read more... )

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Today is a distinctly better day. I figured it would be; I'm always up and down. That's why I can't take anything I think seriously. Like my last entry . . . enticing in theory but horrid in action . . . sorta like communism. I can't do the acquaintance thing because I don't like most acquaintance-type people. I like people I can get close to ( Read more... )

People are hardly worth knowing. I don't mind having them around in crowds, but I have come to prefer to not be integrated into the crowds. I like autonomy. I'm tired of "trying" to maintain all these close relationships. Sometimes it would just be fun to be one of those people that has a million vapid relationships of no depth or meaning, just ( Read more... )

synge418
is happy.

You're a rosy-cheeked ray of f'ing sunshine 24/7. I bet you smile a lot and little things don't get you down. Must be nice. Fuchsia's definitely your color.

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She's ok, I feel lots better, I've decided not to quit the journal forever. That's the update.

Today Mother dearest left us a suicide note. She attributes her desire to die to my dad mainly, me secondly. She leaves myself, Brandy, my grandma, and her psychiatrist little paragraphs. Here's mine ( Read more... )