My name is Julia. I hope to never be satisfied with my accomplishments, and I never want to be able to be explained sufficiently. I'm complex, scattered, and mentally incapable of a healthy thinking process.  I do not wear my heart on my sleve, I hide every emotional connection possible. I'm driving myself crazy. I've been hearing things, seeing ( Read more... )

Remember back in the day when I would run my fastest to get to the bathroom and back just to cut the time wasted not talking to you in half?

Sometimes I wish I didnt.

Psychologist needed, not only to process those thoughts, but to process the scary, mind crippling ones too.

Maybe I should just give up on trying to be happy and trying to have fun and have friends. I don't think in my supposed "great plan for life" that your "god" has created I was meant to enjoy much of it. This isn't the end of the world, I know, but it's almost the end of the summer and I've been cooped up for three weeks working so I could have fun ( Read more... )

I don't think I've been betrayed by this many people in a long time, and it's really getting to me. The few people I trusted have taken advantage of it, and have treated me like shit. My friend Sean that I would confide in about Pat is now trying to lead him on to my best friend, and other friends of mine, even though he has no intrest in them it ( Read more... )

I'm completely incompetent of holding on to the people I care about the most, or holding on to anything that has any meaning to me. I have the worst trust issues because my past isn't the prettiest, and my brain function suffers from it. My energy level changes drastically, and I noticed that lately I avoid conflict by surpressing my annoyances, ( Read more... )

"What's wrong, it looks like you just lost your best friend.."
"..Kindof did."

I hate this, I don't just dislike it, I hate it. I'm so miserable, and I know he's not doing too well either. Fuck my life. And wehre the fuck did my best friend go? Hm.

I don't think I've ever felt this angry right after waking up. Not at him, but at everything else ( Read more... )

I don't think I've had to vent this bad in such a long time, but I can't seem to get it out. Fuckkkk

80 degree weather is going to kick my ass, I have no shorts or tanktops that aren't ripped or stained. But, I'm going to make the best of it. I like the mornings and nights the best, how its that cool, but warm temperature with the sun not burning your skin off but just warming it with it's rays, it's nice. Vacation is going to not be as fun as I ( Read more... )

R.I.P Buddy Mosso. Dec 91' - April 9, 2008 around 11:50pm
I love you bubbs.