an exerpt from chapter 7 ("wallowing when all else fails") of i hate valentine's day ( Read more... )

maybe i forgot that lj existed?
maybe i desperately need to find some sanity in my life?

my own ridiculousness shocks me sometimes
did i really email a prince? did he really not email me back? am i really a lil heartbroken?

i should go to bed but insomnia has set in?

can we talk about love?
i feel like we should. done.

"boys will put you on a pedestal...they will sweetie...its a fact of life...but only so they can look up your skirt ( Read more... )

i dont really know why i am so upset....maybe bc i just ate 4 tacos, 10 cookies, a pint of ice cream and about a gallon of soda...and i am real naseuous and real confused...i have been really confused a lot lately...so much so that mrs pisarski stays up at night and worries that i might not make the right choices in life and then she calls becca at ( Read more... )

"the reason death sticks so closely to life isnt biological necessity- its envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can ( Read more... )

"and i...i'm dreaming of sleeping next to you....feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town...i'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes...and they all fall down...and as i lay me down tonight, i close my eyes....what a beautiful sight...sleeping to dream about you...i'm so tired....of having to live without ( Read more... )

lots of people keep asking me how i am and i can honestly say i am good...yeah certain things havent been going well lately but there is so much else in my life ( Read more... )

"hey, its me. i know i havent called or talked to you in a while but i really dont know what to say to you sometimes. i dont know whats going on with you. i talked to my sister the other day and she said you were really upset. i dont know why or what went on with the two of you. i have been doing a lot of thinking and i think we should take a break ( Read more... )

"hey, it's me...i just got back from pakistan and it was really interesting...i cant wait to tell you all about it...thanks for sending me my book back, although it was meant as a present...i guess i will just have to find you an even better book for the next time i see you...i actually did get you something in pakistan and i cant figure out ( Read more... )

I have to live for myself much more than I have been living. Look at myself in the mirror the way I used to, even if I dont feel the same, feel that some part of my body is beautiful. My surface is cracked and fissured as the flanks of a volcano. But there's no fire inside of me. I feel ugly inside and thats the worst part, more unbearable than ( Read more... )