no more getting drunk to forget i'm sad

what did i say last night? i was drunk. and i miss dave.

So, Dave and I sat down and talked today and it was really good. We talked about how we're just not compatible with each other. It was time to either move on to the next step (living together, getting engaged, etc) or to break it off. Since our life goals don't match (in his words, he has no goals), there's no point in butting heads forever. We ( Read more... )

Today is difficult. I want to go to Dave and hug him and tell him that everything is ok and that I love him. But I want to date somebody who will be there for me and will support me when I need it. Everyone else wants me to stay apart from him, but knows that we'll get back together. I can't decide if that's what I think too or not.

So.... I went out to the barrel last night with Tim and had a good time. It was dart night so Drew, Brian, Fink, Barret, etc. were there. It felt really good to go out and have a few drinks with friends. It wasn't so nice to have to wait at the bar while I sobered up so I could drive home, but it went ok. The phone call that I've been semi- ( Read more... )

I called Dave last night because I was stressed out and he responded by telling me that he didn't love me and never had. I was sad because I wanted to have somebody to talk to and was already stressed out. However, now I'm happy and less stressed out than I was before. Turns out that Dave was really the thing causing the stress.

I GOT MY NEW PHONE!!! so very excited.

I am so bored. It's the bored that happens when there are ten thousand things to do, but none of is appealing. I do not want to classify the major mental disorders to review them. I don't want to learn all of the drugs to treat the mental disorders. I don't want to drive anywhere. I don't want to start a book. I don't feel like starting ( Read more... )

Spring break is over. It was warm and sunny in Florida and it is cold and snowy in Michigan. Go figure. I almost forgot how gray it is here, how it looks like a bomb exploded and killed everything; only skeletons remain. The birds are coming back so I wake up to them singing and that makes everything all right ( Read more... )

hot, humid, sticky, naked. A green room with white ceiling, the hole in the corner, mattresses. Tiny, full, too much furniture. Ants in the carpet, eating my clothes. Cords in the hall. Matt Clarke, across the hall. Drums naked. The bed in the closet. Laying on the roof with tim, 120 degrees, so hot, so sweaty. Max, always naked. Always ( Read more... )