I am sitting at a desk that is overflowing with clutter... realizing that I may have hurt someone.. I may not have. Realizing that I was loved by someone a long time ago and never stopped to realize it. I think I still am loved by this person and I might be blowing it again.

I keep a reusable digital pregnancy test in my purse. now you know my

Okay it's been a long time since I updated this thing. I'm still with Benji and I love him to death. He is really sweet and great to hang out with. What else is new... um I got on the pill... woo hoo? lol I was just sick of worrying after certain kinds of "accidents" ya know? Ummmmmm Ben wants me to move in with him, but I think I may be going to ( Read more... )

I decided... I'm not in love. I just really love my new boyfriend lol. I need to learn to control my emotions ( Read more... )

I think I am in love. Again and this time it's almost laughable. From the perspective of someone else other than me I think ( Read more... )

So my mother knows that I have a date tonight and yet she still takes the hair dryer with her to the resort!!!! GGGRRRRRRR Now my hair is going to look like shit. F*(# grrr Oh well ( Read more... )

See, I don't.. know why.. I liked you so

much,
I gave you all of

my trust..
I told you.. I loved you..
Now that's all

down the drain..
You put me through

pain..
I wanna let you know how I

feel..
Fuck what I

said.. It don't mean Shit now..
Fuck the presents, might as well throw 'em out..
Fuck all

those kisses, They didn't mean

jack..
Fuck

you, ( Read more... )

it's about three people other than myself LMAO

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So today I ventured outside a bit just to catch some early morning sun peeking up over the horizon. While stretching my back and yawning I caught a glimpse of the next door neighbor man who lives... next door. He looked at me with his one good eye and shouted ( Read more... )

Rant Rant Rant ( Read more... )

This is the beginning of the waking hour. That moment where you step out of your well lubricated little box and sniff the air below your feet, inhale it's crusty fragrance of putrid decadence. Pull the pieces of pot pie warmth around your legs and step out into your mothers hand bag ( Read more... )