I haven't written on here in, oh geez, over a year maybe? I haven't had much to write in happiness and emotional suicide over the past year. Okay that's a lie. I just haven't had the inspiration to actually write down how I feel. I have this weird thing about writing my emotions or what has happened, because if I read over them I know they're true ( Read more... )

The one that is titled, I'm done I swear it ( Read more... )

So facebook has this honesty shit box... and it's great, but I hate fake bitches who choose to write dumb ass I hate you you're so fake and you're an idiot comments and don't have the guts to tell me to my face or tell who they are. If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all. It's stupid.

I just have to write about this because there is no one who would want to hear this or listen because it's all old news. It's all the same. I swear to God I don't know how to handle this. I'm done with him, I'm not getting back into a relationship with him. This goes along with a story ( Read more... )

I've never been better without him, but never worse off either.

Okay so today in yearbook we're sitting around and a friend starts playing random music and the song bubbly comes on. Now I've heard it before a few times, but I never really listened to it. He started talking about how if a girl ever said something like this to him he'd want her ( Read more... )

As much as I love him and want things to go back to the way they were, 
we had a good run for our money. Time was well spent, no complaints.
I just need to face the facts that it's over. That we're moving on finally.
That there will be no more midnight phone calls when I'm crying to him.
There will be no more spending the night in his arms at his ( Read more... )

Okay. So here's to the new day ( Read more... )

So the deal for spring break is if I'm passing math and if I worked hard on everything in the class then I'd be able to go. Right? Well, I'm passing, and I've been working my ASS off to get there. I've done every fucking homework assignment he's given even if that means I'm up until 3 in the morning doing it. I work, and I have church engagements I ( Read more... )

Please. Be jealous.
Okay. So my mom got mad the other night and took my phone.
Oh and my computer, both while I was asleep.
So on the work yesterday I left a note on Milo's counter.
I wasn't expecting him to call me at work or come see me, but I left him the option to.
I let him know I wouldn't be texting or calling for the next few days.
So either he ( Read more... )

I'm getting sick of this. It's the same shit over and over again.
Either we are or we aren't together. No more unofficial.
Soon... when I get the guts to, I'll end this back and fourth.
I'll talk to him and tell him I'm fed up... he needs to shape up.
He needs to either jump on it or pack up and leave... for good.
I'm better than to wait around for ( Read more... )