( say hey hallelujah )

She's gone. I was expecting to feel relieved, but. Fuck ( Read more... )

I want my sister back.

ATTENTION:If you find we no longer speak as much as people on friends-lists should and/or you no longer care what I have to say, this is your free and open opportunity to de-friend this journal. I won't do it to any of you because I'm a passive-aggressive coward, but rest assured there'll be no hard feelings on this end. I ( Read more... )

I am having such existential angst right now; it's not even funny ( Read more... )

Go to the school's mandatory chapel service, or hide out in the library and actually do something productive? Hmm. I choose ( Read more... )

Okay, so they have a right to be concerned. I'll concede that. But why mad?

It's just a tiny bald spot. I honestly didn't realize I was pulling out that much. Or that scalp could bleed.

I'm gonna have to wear a hat till July.

I want to go home. But I am home. That makes a shitload of sense, huh?

I suck, and I don't want to talk about it.  

My aunt is dead. The cancer caught up with her. She's been on hospice for a couple weeks...pretty long, for hospice ( Read more... )

I am me. I am no one but me. And that's OK, I've learned, thanks to so many things.

What's hard is working to be what I want.

Not much going on, recently, unless you count the crap. And I don't think anyone, including me, is really interested in that. Reflection  reveals most of the mood swings to be petty, and half of those are the product of my own actions...go figure.

I guess keeping a journal has been good for me, but I'm starting to feel stupid, trying to type this ( Read more... )