What is this?
You know the funny thing is.. my life is one big soap opera. I guess Livejournal isn't really a journal for a single person.. it is for the whole fucking world. For instance, I cannot write in my journal something and not have it spread to everyone who doesn't really need to hear it... thanks to everyone who did that.. that meant a lot to me and I still appreciate your selfish act of kindness (note the sarcasm... also not intended for everyone on here). I am not calling anyone childish or anything of the sort.. I am just curious how something so simple can be misconstrude and then end up into (yet another) big LiveJournal War!! How does this happen? Isn't it blatently obvious that not everyone on here gets along? why do we continue to keep each other on our lists? (Raymond had the right idea). Wouldn't it just be easier for everyone to take someone's name off of their list rather than come home to a pissant live journal post thatonly depresses you? wouldn't that just be so much simpler? Now don't get me wrong, please do not assume that I am bitching anyone out... that would be the last thing I need is to come home and see a bunch of angry cmments. I don't want that believe me.
I am sick of living a soap opera lifestyle. I want to have a normal life (well what constitues normal anyway)? Iknow it is not really that possible, but I would like to try and achieve something of a goal before I die. In doing so, I have confronted a few of my demons lately and for the most part everything has worked out. Ok so I lied.
I found out some pretty bad things a couple of nights ago. I couldn't let it slide and I dealt with it. I am not ever going to address it again as long as it stays the way I want it. I didn't receive too much of a fond recognition, but then again this is me we are talking about.. what am I to expect?
No more ill words, no more ill thoughts... I have been happier since then. Isn't that nice to know, that a few short sentences and then a huge smile arouses my face. No more fights.. all happiness.
You know this sounds crazy, but on Sunday I found something that meant a lot to me. For about 6 months now, I have been searching for a shirt that Randy gave me at the beginning of our relationship. It was the first shirt Randy gave me (actually handed to me instead of me stealing it). The past few weeks I have really wanted it. I have been sad and I needed it for comfort. Well after several months of searching and no luck, I kinda gave up. On Sunday I was alreadyin a good mood, but whenI was getting ready for work I found my shirt on top of the dryer. I was all smiles for the rest of the day. That shirt meant a lot to me and I know that sounds crazy, but it has a lot of memories that I kinda need right now.
So I am ending my journal with this, hoping that no one has taken offense to my journal.. if you do... could you please at least make it sound not so mean? I have had a rough few weeks and I don't need it.. as is this is my journal and I do repect the privacy that I am supposed to receive. thanks you and talk to everyone later.
I am sick of living a soap opera lifestyle. I want to have a normal life (well what constitues normal anyway)? Iknow it is not really that possible, but I would like to try and achieve something of a goal before I die. In doing so, I have confronted a few of my demons lately and for the most part everything has worked out. Ok so I lied.
I found out some pretty bad things a couple of nights ago. I couldn't let it slide and I dealt with it. I am not ever going to address it again as long as it stays the way I want it. I didn't receive too much of a fond recognition, but then again this is me we are talking about.. what am I to expect?
No more ill words, no more ill thoughts... I have been happier since then. Isn't that nice to know, that a few short sentences and then a huge smile arouses my face. No more fights.. all happiness.
You know this sounds crazy, but on Sunday I found something that meant a lot to me. For about 6 months now, I have been searching for a shirt that Randy gave me at the beginning of our relationship. It was the first shirt Randy gave me (actually handed to me instead of me stealing it). The past few weeks I have really wanted it. I have been sad and I needed it for comfort. Well after several months of searching and no luck, I kinda gave up. On Sunday I was alreadyin a good mood, but whenI was getting ready for work I found my shirt on top of the dryer. I was all smiles for the rest of the day. That shirt meant a lot to me and I know that sounds crazy, but it has a lot of memories that I kinda need right now.
So I am ending my journal with this, hoping that no one has taken offense to my journal.. if you do... could you please at least make it sound not so mean? I have had a rough few weeks and I don't need it.. as is this is my journal and I do repect the privacy that I am supposed to receive. thanks you and talk to everyone later.