god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of spring time, remembering when you were mine
well here i am, once again writing an entry in my lovely livejournal. i dont know why i do this shit, make myself more and more enveloped in my pain. why can i just fucking move on like a normal person does?
i started counseling with a man named mark. he is pretty cool if your in the mood i guess. ive only gone once and i cried half of the time i was there. i guess he is pretty good. im not sure "good" is the right word for it, but whatever.
mark told me that im going to start feeling less and less pain during the nights. i dont really know how he knows that, or how he can promise that kind of stuff, but whatever.
sarah imed me today, which made me happy :-). she showed me some pix of her and her buds back at kua. she looks so good without her braces but thats a different story.
i went to new hampshire yesterday to visit some of my parents' friends, we go up there every year, its kind of a tradition i guess. anyway, i was sitting there last night while 6 or 7 40 yr olds around me were screaming and laughing their drunk asses off while i watched napoleon dynamite. i guess you can call that fun? maybe? no, wait, it SUCKED. but then i got a phone call. and guess who it was. it was krysti fuckin orndorff...i havent talked to that girl in forever ago...shes the shit
i then came home today and wrote this...talked to sammy curr then unbuilt my parents bed, i dont know why, and then finished this. then i clicked submit.
i started counseling with a man named mark. he is pretty cool if your in the mood i guess. ive only gone once and i cried half of the time i was there. i guess he is pretty good. im not sure "good" is the right word for it, but whatever.
mark told me that im going to start feeling less and less pain during the nights. i dont really know how he knows that, or how he can promise that kind of stuff, but whatever.
sarah imed me today, which made me happy :-). she showed me some pix of her and her buds back at kua. she looks so good without her braces but thats a different story.
i went to new hampshire yesterday to visit some of my parents' friends, we go up there every year, its kind of a tradition i guess. anyway, i was sitting there last night while 6 or 7 40 yr olds around me were screaming and laughing their drunk asses off while i watched napoleon dynamite. i guess you can call that fun? maybe? no, wait, it SUCKED. but then i got a phone call. and guess who it was. it was krysti fuckin orndorff...i havent talked to that girl in forever ago...shes the shit
i then came home today and wrote this...talked to sammy curr then unbuilt my parents bed, i dont know why, and then finished this. then i clicked submit.