Andrew (10:16 PM): Miss you already...

Me (11:42 PM): Miss you too

Andrew (12: 48 AM):

Me (1:42 AM): Where the fuck are my meds?

Andrew (1:43 AM): Gone. Not taking chances

Me (1:45 AM): If you threw them away, don't come back here.

Andrew (1:50 AM): You're welcome too... they are not thrown away, just hidden.

Me (1:50 AM): Swear to go. I'm going to kill ( Read more... )

I swear, I'm a fucking mess. The other night, Tuesday, I had a fight with my mom for something stupid. I get invited to go somewhere with my friends this Saturday and she throws a damn fit about it. I'm 26 years old and I can't do shit with my friends? I have to be on my fucking house every minute of every hour of every fucking day? Nah, that doesn ( Read more... )

I wanna fly away

Into a beautiful day

Fly closely to the sun

Find where I belong

See them fly all over me

Smile at me tenderly

I know them by name

They know that I'm ashamed

I played a dangerous game

I've got butterflies in my head

Circling above my head

Fragile and beautiful

So loyal and faithful

With every scar they drop dead

They live so tragically

I'll trap ( Read more... )

Holy shit it's been a long time since I've written a post on here. Fuck my tits! Nah, don't take that literally. It's just an expression I like to use. So the last time I wrote was on March 16, 2011. MARCH 16 OF LAST YEAR!? Seriously, it sounds like I've been estranged; like I ran away or something when truly I just have been way too busy to sit ( Read more... )

That's the only way I can describe how I feel right now.

I have dressed up 2 year old Aiko.

give up on my dream.

I'm meeting with her. After months of silence we are finally going to see each other face to face. I'm excited.... but yet I am nervous. I just don't understand why I am so nervous.

Before my twenty-fifth birthday and I feel very empty. Then again, this emptiness isn't my fault but the guilt of someone else. I let her step on me, in the worse kind of way and now, even though I have my fiance; the best guy I've ever been with, I feel alone.

I wrote her an e-mail and I don't know if she read it. I kind of said something that ( Read more... )

So... I had to be the one making the first move? WTF? I'm tired of being silent. If you want to know how I felt BEFORE I TEMPORATELY deleted my journal as well as how I STILL feel thanks to the shit you've been saying lately, go ahead and read it. Up to you to email me.