Strange how the smallest of our choices can effect our lives in such substantial ways. These stupid little decisions--things we don’t even bother to think twice about--accumulate to form complex chains of events. Three fucking seconds count in large amounts, what I wouldn’t give for three seconds ( Read more... )

As the weeks press into months, I seem to crumble even more at the thought of my true being. Damned to utter pain, in a quest, an arduous journey, for an exit to my purgatory state; trapped between what I am and what I can never be. I am a victim of pride: I find myself in such dire need of help, yet so reluctant to accept it ( Read more... )

I am a virgin to online journals of any sort, this is my very first post and, as usual, I find myself with nothing to say. I started this journal because my friend Lynda--no, the y isn't a typo--ranted on and on about how she wanted me to start a livejournal. As retribution for her success in defeating me, everyone is allowed in my journal except ( Read more... )