I'm apparently in the midst of a really shitty romance novel. Whirlwind romance that has a constant countdown timer, ticking down to when she moves to Cali in a few weeks? Check. Trying to fit as much as we can in before time runs out? Double check.

I'm surprisingly okay with it.

It's my birthday. I'm 25. I started this thing when I was...18? That was a long time ago; a lot of things have changed. Friendships rekindled, friendships lost, the entirety of college, a few unexpected funerals ( Read more... )

Haha wow, I still have this thing.

And you thought this would be a substantial update, nobody who still has a livejournal.

You don't really know how to feel when you just find out you completely, emotionally, mentally broke someone. My ex apparently became bulimic and started cutting after I broke up with her in February. She's still recovering from the depression.

I feel like a monster.

Money does buy happiness. For serious.

So my AP Government teacher from high school showed up and got drunk at my 21st.

Life. Complete.

I really do have a problem with keeping up with friends. It has to do with me being paranoid about bothering them...like I always think of myself as a chore to talk to. Honestly, I could never imagine talking to one person on the phone every day. Hell, I get worried if I call someone more than once every few weeks. Same goes for actually hanging ( Read more... )

As much as I complain, I wouldn't change a single thing.

...or just moderately disliking ( Read more... )

Why is it that I have this ability to turn apparently normal girls into raving stalker lunatics?