I don't want Brad to leave...

Farewell, my Lila
I'll write every evening
I've carved our names
In the trunk of this tree
Farewell, my Lila
I miss you already
And dream of the day
When I'll hold you again
In a home safe from fear
When the Southland is free

I miss you, Bradley.

Where did my best friend go?

So for the first time in maybe...ever(?)... I am being a socialite and I like it! This summer I've met some cool people in my EMT class and have hung out with some of them a fair amount. I've been going out to the bars more than I ever have and I'm beginning to realize how fun it can be to meet random people. I've also found out that a couple ( Read more... )

I'm officially grossed out. Apparently my sister is a little whorebag slut who is leading boys on and supposedly unbeknownst to the rest of my family, wanted one of them to come over tomorrow so that he could "fuck her in the ass till she screamed" and so she could "suck his dick". I realize I didn't need to actually say what was in the messages ( Read more... )

I'm gonna go out on a limb here real quick and say that I have never been in this much physical pain in my life. This statement may be untrue, but holy hell does heel hurt. (Which is kinda funny since it wasnt my heel that was operated on...) I don't know what is going on, but there is a throbbing, stinging pain that has woken me up almost every ( Read more... )

I don't want him to go. The navy is an unknown, scary thing for me. I won't see him...or at least no where near as much as I will want to. He could get hurt. Will I be able to talk to him still? I just don't know anything about it, but I do know that I will desperately miss him when he is not here.

Please don't go...

Surgery is a scary thought, especially when thought about before your senior season of soccer. I want to play, but I don't want to be in pain. I'm scared I'll hurt myself again even after the surgery or that I won't be able to recover in time. Maybe it's not even worth it. I'm so confused.

My head wants to keep running. I have so much school work to focus on but it is hard to because I've got my apartment, soccer, health, summer plans, Easter break plans, etc running through my head all the time. Plus when I finally get something done I dont want to work on the next thing, I want to relax. Sucks.

Rachel is fucked. Fuckity fuck fuck fucked. Book + 10 page paper due Tuesday, exam Wednesday, exam Friday, research paper due Monday, research paper due Tuesday, voice performance Tuesday. UGH.