Paul snapped. He screamed and began breaking things. He accused me of using power over him. He said that he would never do something like that to me. He went back into the room and beat Ming again. He threatened me and said he would do whatever he liked. He asked me again to use the phone. Again I said no ( Read more... )

Already cranky, I glared at Paul as he cursed at his cowering dog. Hovering like a belligerent mother hen, I watched him as he cleaned the dog shit and piss off the floor of his room ( Read more... )

I have tried to write this entry 100 different times, on 100 different scraps of paper ( Read more... )

I am dirty and tired.

against all odds, i miss my mom.

10 dollar house called the state and had this crazy guy bridge institutionalized because he broke one of their windows and threatened to burn the building down.
radical, what?

if nothing else, this journal reminds me not to take myself too seriously-
rereading this crap is pretty embarrassing, really. and shocking.

i was surprised, to say the least, when he tied me up and beat me.

"Lets get married. marry me."
"Ok."
"No, really. I'm serious this time. I'm asking you to marry me- will you marry me?"
"Ok. Yes." He paused, considering. "We would have to tell my family. We would have to do the whole thing. Do you really want to do the whole thing?"

and so I'm drunk ( Read more... )