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Dec 29, 2005 18:05

The cursor seems to be blinking impatiently at me. I couldn't think of what to start with.
About a week ago was so and so's birthday, and the one year mark of my deflowering. He's the only person I have ever had sex with in my life. I have no regrets. I was in love. I still love him. It ended in a cruel way. His mind isn't well. I know this for sure now.

As for those of you that do not understand me: I don't think you were ever meant to. You'd rather try to sabotage me... And I invite you to continue to try.

Just a few days until I leave for Atlanta. I love that place, it is a negative film strip of Vero Beach. I'm going to be driving back up with Adam and Lorraine, two of the best friends I could ever ask for and don't deserve. I'll be flying back down in some amount of time. I haven't decided yet. Wishing I didn't have to come back, seeing as how there is nothing to keep me here... The problem: Financially trapped.

Isn't that everyone's problem? Oh well, soon Ricky, soon. Orlando.

That about wraps it up for now. Oh yeah, I think I'm PMSing, but I cried during Harry Potter. Am I alone?

I'm emotionally stretched, if jabbed I snap.
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