I don't remember writting this so now it's gone.

Blood on the walls, trash cans over flowing with trash, white tile floors that have an inch of mud on them, and vomit on the floors, sounds like one hell of a party. We'll take two weeks to clean it up and then trash it again on the 16th.

I'm glad I can walk again, not very well but better than yesterday. I'm tired of these stupid body aches.

I hate so many things right now it's hard to know where to begin.

After much deliberation, I'm going to go take a shower.

So I don't want to just write a negative entry. I need to make everything equal, plus I feel like bragging a little bit, and I want to see happy things in print hoping that they are going to out weigh the negative. Here goes nothing ( Read more... )

*Sigh* As of seven days ago I decided to not write anything negative here and only write positive things... and we all see how much I've written this past week. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in some downward spiral where I feel nothing but emptiness and regret, and nor am I unhappy with the way my life has been moving along this past week. On ( Read more... )

November is going to be a good month. I'm going to make it a good month.

HaHa!

I went. I cried. Hung out with the old group. Rembered why they are the "old group" and why I don't see them anymore. Came home, now what? Do I forget? Do I remember? Do I move on? I don't know. I guess it's time to live.

If you're strong, you live. If you're weak, you die.

The funeral is tomorrow at 11 o'clock at the Southland funeral home 800 SW 3rd St.Grand Prairie, Texas 75051.

life has to get better. It just has to. I can't take much more of this downward spiral you guys. I just can't. I feel like I've hit rock bottom and BAM, fucking there's a lower lever. It has to get better. It has to. I can't take it anymore.