Drugs. Sex. Lies ( Read more... )

The room next door must be blaring their music if I can hear it threw a foot or two of concrete. It's ridiculously loud. I'm not exactly sure how to remedy the situation, but I sure know it's making me mad. There's so much banging, yelling, and music going on that I'm not sure I'll really sleep tonight ( Read more... )

I was having a great day. I vented to Kathleen about my personal bubble the other day and I've been spending time with my friends. I went into town on the bus with Kathleen and Destiny today and just wandered around Downtown Sarasota. I ate Vietnamese food, meandered through Whole Foods, and picked up some rad movies from the library.

But every week ( Read more... )

So his new girlfriend has a Facebook now. I feel like an idiot getting upset about this. It's so ludicrous! There is nothing to be upset about, but I can't stop myself. I want to be free of him and his whore-ish sex toy. (Yes, I'm being extremely biased and calloused, but I don't care ( Read more... )

I have this assignment to spend 15 minutes each day being angry, but I don't know where to begin. Erin said I should try free-writing, which I guess is a great way for me to start. I put on angry music, a scowl on my face, sitting alone in my dorm room. So, here goes ( Read more... )

I've just noticed that I never formally said that Michael and I broke up. Yep, it's over. I ended it on May 2nd, 2008. It's sad I remember that. I was at SunFest, watching Fergie with my mom when I get a call ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel as if I can't seem to escape the grasp of the shadows, as if the Sun can't reach my skin. I am too cautious, too logical, thinking out things that just have to be acted upon. But this life without light, it's suffocating. I'm afraid of my absent shadow, fearing its inevitable return. Or is its return even possible? Am I destined to ( Read more... )

I am tired of being the girl next door. The girl who is always the best buddy, but never the girl worth dreaming about. Despite it all, despite all the affirmations of loving feelings and good sentiments, I can't believe what I'm hearing. I am finally getting everything I dreamed about for four endless years, but due to my stubborn moral fiber, I ( Read more... )

I'm sure Posterity is sick of this...but I can't do this anymore. I can't hold in the anguish that is tearing me up, slowly eating away the person I've become. I'm regressing into the person I've been running from...sprinting from....fleeing. I can't seem to get far enough away. The memories, the emotions, the old Cheryl has returned.

3rd wheel.
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Do you ever just find yourself walking through the motions of what you once deemed safe, but now knowing it is the furthest thing from safety? It's so hard to just let your body forget what was once your norm. The smell of his skin. The way his fingers felt as they slowly traced the palm of your hand. The look in his eye when he was truly pleased ( Read more... )