I haven't updated in quite a bit, I guess. Things with my neighbor have escalated pretty seriously, and I've called and had the cops come to my house 3x. Francisco has cum all over my window, left pubic hair sticking out of his cum, urinated on my window, and left underwear hanging outside of my window. I've vacillated between nervous breakdowns ( Read more... )

Holy fucking shit. Anetta is flying me out to New York from the 8th-13th. I can't even believe this. She misses me and wants me to sit out on her patio with her and drink wine. Me. She misses me and so is going to fly me out and now I can go to a day of my intensive. She misses me. Someone misses me this much. I'm overwhelmed and happy and on the ( Read more... )

I realized I seldom write when things are good. I guess it's because negative feelings have always seemed heavier and in need of an outlet ( Read more... )

Tasha,
You know I love you, but I cannot take the constant criticism anymore. It's only been 3 days, and you cannot continue to attack every opinion I have and the way I carry on a conversation and the words I happen to choose and well, just about everything and anything I do.
It is a constant stream of criticism towards me. It is an old pattern, and ( Read more... )

I'm doing worse today. I miss him so much. I miss my John. I've been thinking about him all day, nearly nonstop. I was driving away from pearl - I would say home, but I don't really have a "home" right now - and I wanted so badly to turn right onto 9th, instead of left, toward my parents' house. It's not that I mind going to my parents'; I just ( Read more... )