I'm so sick of not being good enough.

I'm so sick of everything I do not meaning anything; so sick of getting ridiculed for everything I do wrong, or can't do, or don't know I am supposed to do.  I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'm sorry I can't read minds, and I'm sorry for being me.

It is uncomforting to be unsure of who to trust, when to talk, what ( Read more... )

Well, I only had 4 Bud Lights tonight. 4 Bud Lights and 91808125 shots.

I'm drunk.

I've been a very bad, bad girl ( Read more... )

I'm cracking.

This one seems worse than the traditional mid-semester slump.  I'm finding myself in an increasingly foul mood every day, and have come to expect stress to get the best of me each day.  I'm used to storming out of work with the wonder of how I'm going to pay my bills racing through my head.  I've become accustomed to nightly arguments ( Read more... )

i hate you music lit.

I HATE YOU.

1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
I learned to trust myself in a long, committed relationship

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Well I'm not really sure that I made any resolutions last year.  I hate the cliche "I'm going to work out X times per week and lose X pounds" cause lets ( Read more... )

I miss him.

Welcome to Wellington ( Read more... )

I'm on cloud nine ( Read more... )

Saying goodbye to someone forever is without a doubt the hardest thing to do ( Read more... )