I've never really thought of myself as a person to compare years...and it's kind of nowhere near the end or beginning, but I've been thinking ( Read more... )

the sharks lost game 6 yesterday 4-1, which means the playoffs are donezo. fuck that, man. best team in the whole fucking league and we can't win round 1 against 8 seed... my eyes are driving me insane. they're burning & I can't see when I wear my glasses. also, my throat burns, and I am fucking freezing today, my hands are ice, I feel a slight ( Read more... )

March is kicking February's ass. I'm almost in love.
tried to write on paper, but it just made my hand hurt. figures.
enjoying being sad more than I thought...at least I'm still feeling.
gone back to watching Grey's Anatomy, Season 2 to fall asleep.
this is all going to be okay. I'm going to find it.

i'm starting to feel the urge to share things publicly through myspace bulletins [and yes, i know this is public as well, but who the fuck reads/knows about livejournal anymore?]. this may be due to the fact that the people i love are spread all across the country. and soon there will be one in europe. or maybe i hope they find their way to certain ( Read more... )

is there such a thing as phantom heart syndrome? i still feel like you're there...but you're not. trying not to confuse the line between new and old. i didn't know it could be this difficult. but, i have found myself in a position i have never been...so i suppose i can't know what to expect. getting way too anxious and crazy. sometimes i wish i had ( Read more... )

this is how we do things. this is how we do things. this is how i do things ( Read more... )

there is some shit i seriously don't understand. why??
eventually i think i will need to see a therapist. but not due to the previously mentioned shit... it's because of my brain. and i am scared.
and livejournal is fucking pissing me off because i can't figure out how to fucking scroll back through my friends entries.

i found people quite amusing today.
..put some clothes on [abercrombie|hollister booty short wearing] girls. or heels.
whichever you prefer. [[uggs don't cut it anymore.]]

my tax return is $31... fuck. yeah.

i was skeptical.. and now i know why. i feel like such a horrible person, and i have this urge to cry, but i'm almost sure the former has nothing to do with the latter. i can't even make sense right now because i don't want [you] to know.
>>let's just call this fucking opposite day...<<

i requested a smoking room so i could smoke..in bed. fuck outsourcing.