Writing wirting writing...
I just want for them to understand that I won't screw up this time. Do the math, i'll go 20 times more during the 7 or 8 months... you're the one who made the figure in the first place. Gah.

I'll get the greatest butterflies in my stomach that I never want to be without, and other nights those butterflies make me sick to my stomach and i'd sacrifice myself to get rid of them. No matter what the odds, it's the most inconsistent constant in my life and I... ahh. Why are you so confusing baby? This hurts so much and I cry and cry. Maybe ( Read more... )

So the beep test this morning made me sick. I have nothing to do until Monday except for work, and I really don't know how long i'm going to stay there. I've been there for 9 months now and things started going really well a little while ago. I'm there seemingly every night other than Friday's and it's sort of turned out to be another family of ( Read more... )

I'm sorry that I refuse to sit on the phone with someone talking about how they may resort to killing themselves. I'm sorry that i've tried so fucking hard to make a difference, and clearly, have innevitably failed. I'm sorry that I keep carrying a double load, one for you and one for myself because you've already given up. And i'm sorry to have to ( Read more... )

My sister is a fucking whore.

"And he's wondering what love is and why is has to end. And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends. his mother whispers quietly, heaven's not a place that you go when you die it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive, so live for the moment and take this advice, live by every word, love is just a hoax so ( Read more... )

Teach me to speak calmly when I'm angry and teach me that hitting is wrong when you can use your words, but don't you dare set an example because you may just give others the impression that you're slightly more mature than your 17 year old daughter.

sad

I went driving with my dad for a while tonight, then we went down to Steeles and Duffering to the Superstore and did some grocery shopping; the man has no shame. He calls it pride. He doesn't realise that he does some pretty embarrassing things, oh well ( Read more... )

So i've been thinking up this perfect guy. My *dream* guy. Man he's so beautiful and smart and funny and makes cute noises and says sweet things and tickles my back with his fingers as we walk holding hands and he is so genuine and pretty and he looks up at me with his hair in his eyes and he secretly smells my hair when we cuddle and his shoe is ( Read more... )