7 years my friend.

until we meet again

i know its been a long time, but i finally found some time to do this ( Read more... )

i'm just a pile of shit.
low life.
scum.
a sticky bug.

i never will amount to anything.
i flip burgers for god's sake.
i'm just fucked up.
i can't handle anything.
i'm emotional.
i can't communicate.

you know what is sad. the fact that i feel like i can't even write in this anymore. feel like i can't even get it all out. i feel like i can't even trust you not to read this. i feel like somehow you will find out i wrote, and hack it. find the password and just break in ( Read more... )

i love the way my house smells. do you think that is weird?

it smells like home..
feels like home...
and finally is home...

i've always wanted to start a journal that nobody else could read. the inside parts and thoughts and ideas that i have. i know you should never write something you don't want anyone to read, but i just feel very unsettled with my feelings and feel like i should ( Read more... )

what goes around comes back around.

fucking shoot me in the god damned fucking bitch shit shit shit shit shit shit fucking face.

again, i havn't done this in a while so here goes. my little baby got fixed on monday. she looked soo sad. over a few days we saw some irritation, swelling, discharge from her incision. i started to get worried. off to the vet she went... they fixed her right up and now she gets to take some pills everyday ( Read more... )

i know i have my share of problems. i know sometimes i don't do the best job controlling them. sometimes its hard for me to control myself for that matter. i can't see past whats in front of me. i cant let go of the things that are bothering me ( Read more... )