( Remembering Sabrina Part III )

( Remembering Sabrina Part II )

I can't believe I just stayed up until almost 5:30 in the fucking morning. I started sometime just after 2:30, recovering my old journal from melodramatic.com. This is only one section, a folder dedicated to my time as Sabrina, the Teenage Stripper.

And now, for your viewing pleasure...
( Remembering Sabrina Part I )

Can't keep a secret.

Told Chrissy I used to be a stripper.
"Deep dark secret" my butt.

For a moment, I forgot my age. It hurt, coming back to me, how old I am and how time passed me by and how I didn't even notice. It hurt because at that moment, all the time leading up to today, 23 years, 1 month and 17 [give or take] days didn't exist. There was just here, and here I am reading a book. I wonder if my life has been wasted reading. ( Read more... )

it's one thing to know that you don't know, but it's quite another to almost be paralyzed by the thought that you don't know ( Read more... )

I am a devoted Melodramatic writer; I've stood by her side through all the processing errors and dry days when I needed her the most and she'd turn her back on me. But it's come down to this ( Read more... )