I found a journal that I kept the first few months I lived in Houston. The times where I was actually friends with people like Jake, Jeremy, John, Kristin, Alex, Ryan...I miss you guys ( Read more... )

Life's funny that way.

New job. New man. New outlook.

Things are good.

Where am I going wrong here?

Mr. Dallas.
Mr. (no so) Wonderful (anymore)
Mr. Bittersweet.
Mr. Co-worker.
Mr. Ex.

Fuuuuck thisss.

I thought bad things came in 3's. Not 5's.

Here's hoping.

It's nearly December.

2008, where'd you go?

Good riddance, I say.

I would drop everything and move to Australia right now if I could.

He gave up.

He was living his dream, and then gave it up.

Over what? Shitty shows? Money and fame don't happen overnight.

You just fucked yourself, brother.

I'm a pathetic, lonely human being.

I'm living with the guy who fucked me over and broke my heart and have to live every fucking day seeing his new goddamned girlfriend and her stuff all over this godforsaken apartment.

I've spent the last 2 nights alone watching movies.

I got lost coming home last night.

Just stopppp itttt.

Just once, I'd really enjoy a relationship that lasts longer then a few months.

Really.

Here it goes again. =\