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Its only 3 more days until my birthday....which equals nine. My favorite number! :)
We told my mother about my moving out on Sunday. It took hours for me to finally tell her (for a fear of who knows what...) but alas, it happend.. and Jeremy isn't dead! heh.
I'm planning on moving out the 26th, however it would interfere with my mothers day off and etc. -shrug- I dont really want her around when I move.
Our new home is so freaking awesome. Our dining room has a chandelear (however its spelled) and it screams "classical music with candles everytime we eat!"
Which has always been a sincere dream of how I want my children raised. Classical music during dinner, Classical music during art and homework.
Speaking of the word "Children", I went to planned parenthood last monday to get on birth control, and they will not prescribe me birth control until I ask my psychatrist. So, on that wednesday I asked him to write me a note saying I can get on it. And as always with Sarah Bean's luck, he won't prescribe me it because he "doesnt think I'm ready to have intercourse". Because I haven't talked to my therapist much about the rape. I've been busy talking about my mother! Only one hour a week to get all of my frustrations out isn't long enough to even stop talking about my mother. Even though I pretty much tell everyone now about the rape. I'm not afraid anymore to talk about it. I think I'm overcoming PTSD. I was angry because it feels like they want me to get pregnant.
My period has not been happening for the past three months. Don't worry though!! I havent had sex in over a year. Well, that changed yesterday when in journalism I asked Ciera if she could go to the nurses office and get me tampons.
I forgot how horrible cramps are.
Alas, Jeremy and I can't have sex on my birthday (well, I dont know anyway.) because of the river in judeh in my pants... but it sure stops the lingering fear of my fallopian tubes exploding.
The internet we will have while living in our new home is only dial up from his phone, so it is very unlikely ill be writing again soon.
If you miss me,
165 Indianola Rd.
Boardman Oh 44512
bye!
We told my mother about my moving out on Sunday. It took hours for me to finally tell her (for a fear of who knows what...) but alas, it happend.. and Jeremy isn't dead! heh.
I'm planning on moving out the 26th, however it would interfere with my mothers day off and etc. -shrug- I dont really want her around when I move.
Our new home is so freaking awesome. Our dining room has a chandelear (however its spelled) and it screams "classical music with candles everytime we eat!"
Which has always been a sincere dream of how I want my children raised. Classical music during dinner, Classical music during art and homework.
Speaking of the word "Children", I went to planned parenthood last monday to get on birth control, and they will not prescribe me birth control until I ask my psychatrist. So, on that wednesday I asked him to write me a note saying I can get on it. And as always with Sarah Bean's luck, he won't prescribe me it because he "doesnt think I'm ready to have intercourse". Because I haven't talked to my therapist much about the rape. I've been busy talking about my mother! Only one hour a week to get all of my frustrations out isn't long enough to even stop talking about my mother. Even though I pretty much tell everyone now about the rape. I'm not afraid anymore to talk about it. I think I'm overcoming PTSD. I was angry because it feels like they want me to get pregnant.
My period has not been happening for the past three months. Don't worry though!! I havent had sex in over a year. Well, that changed yesterday when in journalism I asked Ciera if she could go to the nurses office and get me tampons.
I forgot how horrible cramps are.
Alas, Jeremy and I can't have sex on my birthday (well, I dont know anyway.) because of the river in judeh in my pants... but it sure stops the lingering fear of my fallopian tubes exploding.
The internet we will have while living in our new home is only dial up from his phone, so it is very unlikely ill be writing again soon.
If you miss me,
165 Indianola Rd.
Boardman Oh 44512
bye!