Ian and I are blissfully happy again. Before I just wasn't medicated and really stressed. I had an awful anxiety attack last Saturday and Ian really stepped it up and took great care of me. Afterwards, I was really impressed.

Second semester is pretty easy thus far, since I've decided to say fuck you to taking honor classes. Not worth the extra work ( Read more... )

I am the only person actually making money in this relationship. I live with a man who has no respect for me or my thoughts. I live where I have no one to talk to other than my boyfriend.
If I leave him, I have no bills to pay at all. So the stressor of making money to pay HIS FATHER and HIS PHONE AND CAR BILLS is gone. I get to return home to my ( Read more... )

You need to respect the fact that I actually have a religion. You need not to curse at me and talk down to me. I don't try to convert you so don't call my faith "bullshit ( Read more... )

My 19th Birthday is next Monday. So, because classes start on Tuesday for Ian and I, we are taking this weekend [alone, we have the house to ourselves in C-ville] to celebrate. We had incredible, hold-me-close sex earlier ( Read more... )

When the sex is good, life is good.

So, my depression had been getting worse lately. It's kinda bad. Bad for me now, not bad for me two years ago when I heard and saw things. But, still. It's kinda upsetting ( Read more... )

I think it's safe[ish] to say that 2009 was, overall, a good year. I found Ian, got out of godforsaken high school. Also, my parents and I are doing relatively well. I lost a few friends, but I think I'm happier now that I was last year at this time ( Read more... )

So, spent the Eve with Ian's family at Frieda's house. Got a Jessica Simpson purse from his parents and a lovely Ralph Lauren sweater from Frieda. Also, delicious homemade cookies ( Read more... )