I just bawled my fucking eyes out, and I have no idea why. I really, really don't.

Sigh. I keep erasing everything I write or compose, cause it just seems like it's an attack or an accusation.

I'm frustrated, but I feel confined. Grr.

I was talking to this girl, and she was telling me how bad she felt, after 2 years, about this guy who killed himself because he couldn't be with her ( Read more... )

It felt like a punch to the gut. One of those punches where you're expecting it, and you have time to brace yourself, but it still knocks the wind right outta you ( Read more... )

I miss her. In spite of it all, I miss her. Every damn day.

I've been debating in my head whether or not to make it public what Rachele did to me. (I don't consider LJ public because only about 6 of you ever still read this ( Read more... )

I can't understand any of my friends when they type.

"2 moinths ago and iv had to deal with her gf fighting with her and she fefuses to date me

and?"

What the fuck are you SAYING?!

Is it long enough yet?

I'd really like it if Rach and I could just say fuck it and start putting the friendship back together.

I'm kinda tired of being reminded of the whole mess just by looking at chocolate. Getting old.

So I have to confess, I'd never really seen this guy I got dumped for ( Read more... )

I've had enough general trouble with my one roommate. The normal sort of problems: loud, messy, inconsiderate, whatever. Somehow, I've even forced myself to overlook that she keeps black tar heroin in the house ( Read more... )