To all my friends who read this: I have a new livejournal. Check your "friend of" lists to find out where I am now...I'm not announcing it for various reasons (plus its more fun this way ;). For those of you who post friend-only style, *please* add my new name asap so I don't have to log in twice to read your guys' journals. Thanks!

Near 4 o clock and the weekend is over. Can I go back in time? Click repeat and go back to Friday, do it again. Sit and smile, just chill. Nothing to worry about. Could have been better, could have been worse. I hit a low, yeah. It happens to me and I knew it would happen eventually, I knew it would happen because of him. But I swear, there were ( Read more... )

Is anyone else reading this?!

I'm so lame. Andy and Adam are sitting in the other room and I'm in here on the computer. They're being boys playing with PS2...they offered to let me play but I had the urge to read livejournal ( Read more... )

Do you want to know how I feel? How I'm torn in every possible direction and just want to sit in my room, in the middle of my room, for the next 17 days until I get to leave it all? For real you guys, 17 days and life as I know it is over. I go home, I leave my friends, I turn on my computer and my cell and suddenly thats my only connection to ( Read more... )

Casie: "I don't want any more drama in my life. Your life has enough drama in it for the both of us."

and you guys thought my journal was a bunch of bs.

Konstantine plays out and tears fall and I want to write poetry. I want to sit and go outside and just cry. Forever. I want to escape. Go far away and just start over. Too much is held here. I can count the years further back then the memories go...when you start to forget things and whent he emotions detach and when you find yourself stumbling ( Read more... )

I asked if one thing were to change, where would it leave me ( Read more... )

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I don't know who reads this anymore. After careful internal debating over the last 200 or so seconds I've decided this is MY outlet. It has been over a year and a half now. I'm not going to run back to breeze or turn to one of my other live or dead journals; that would take too much effort to notify only those who I want to, plus, I know there are ( Read more... )