I feel like I start all of these telling the world how screwed up I am. Well, what do we do when we screw up? We apologize - and sometimes we give a gift. I guess you could see I think my -- my best friend is partly crazy for putting up with me and going after me but I really do love the guy. So, when I screw up and fuck up I think it's good that ( Read more... )

I'm Ford and I haven't made great choices. For reasons I can't exactly disclose I left the woman I was seeing in order to return to Plymouth, Massachusetts. Plymouth is where I'm from and all I remember is being the town's Boo Radley at one point. Well, I returned.

It's not that this was a bad choice per se. I had good reason to, anyway. But ( Read more... )

I figure this is all confidential, right? I mean, I don't do therapy. To be honest, the idea of therapy kind of makes my blood run cold but as long as I'm not spending hours of my time in a psychiatric facility and this is just kind of a "when I need to vent" deal then I think I can handle it ( Read more... )

- Find an apartment
- Pursue job opportunities
- Keep Eddie there at all costs
- Pick up the cat from my brother
- Make things right with a lot of people
- Get a fresh start
- Have a really good hamburger

I'm not usually one to open up and admit needing help but I really want my current relationship to work out. I don't want to run from him again. He followed me ( Read more... )