I always told myself that I wouldn't be the kind of person that only posted journal things online when I was upset, but here I go. I pinky swear to make a more positive contribution to this online space eventually ( Read more... )

Why do I always need rude awakenings in order to be awakened? Why does it have to be the annoying blaring sound of an alarm clock to wake me up out of these coma-like sleeps? I guess I'm not the kind of gal who can get woken up by gentle nudge or whisper in the ear ( Read more... )

This isn't normal. I am supposed to be the fucked up one with issues and needs and drama and quirkiness - I don't know if I can take care of someone's issues AND my own at the same time. This might be a little too much. It is funny because throughout my life, I've always latched on (in every sense of the word) to the stable, secure, sound minded ( Read more... )

I am surprised that this was the outcome of my concerns about our relationship and really upset that it is discarded over something that really wasn't that hard to fix. I am so bloody sick of these boys who can't be men. I would rather be alone that be in a relationship that has no partnership. I do not want to settle anymore...because I know that ( Read more... )

After a fun evening with people I love and adore, I am more awake to the reality that life is pretty okay. I love putting on facemasks and having photoshoots and giggling at silly things. I love my camp friends.

Fine Jeanette, you are probably right...I haven't posted here enough. I feel guilty reading more than I contribute. For someone who doesn't want to see LJ die, I'm not doing a very good job at keeping it alive ( Read more... )

I am working towards making decisions and sticking to them. About being committed to something. And making concerted efforts to be better. My first few steps in that direction, I think, have been good ( Read more... )

After landing at home from another world, I have this unmistakable urge to try and hold on to the "camp-ness" that I experienced in the last couple of days. The fear that hanging out in my apartment and returning to my old familliar places and habits might accidentally taint me or negate the work that was starting to happen over the last few days ( Read more... )

1) Please use both of your arms. Unless you have a coffee or tea in the other hand, committ to the hug fully or not at all ( Read more... )

It's official now: I am without a doubt the worst person who ever walked the face of the Earth. Maybe a bit of an overreaction, but in the light of everything that was said last night, it's hard not to believe it a little bit. They were biased views that came in, that's for certain, but nonetheless honest and in keeping with tradition. I fucked up ( Read more... )