So, maybe I am...what difference does it make? I can't apologize for not being everything that everyone expected. This situation is pressing and I'm boxed in. Its making me realize why I ran in the first place from everything conventional. From everything that I hated about a delicate situation. Maybe if you'd just realize that I can't replace it. ( Read more... )

I'm so tired, but so happy. All of my furniture is finally here and my room is coming together quite nicely. It feels much more like home and I can't wait to sleep in my own bed tonight. *Horray* Do you ever get that feeling like something really great is around the corner? I think it has something to do with this school year and the two wonderful ( Read more... )

Oh dang it feels like forever, right? I'm trying to catch up by reading all of the entries that I've missed over the summer, but its slightly over-whelming. As much as I love you all, I might just let this one slide. Sorry ( Read more... )

Its been so long I can barely recall what it even feels like to have something worth writing about. Soon I swear it...

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Hmmmm...I like driving through my neighborhood blaring old Coheed and Cambria as loud as it will go. You know, old Coheed, when they sounded Reggae. Perfect summer music. God I'm annoying ( Read more... )

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Ive been out of commission, but I think I'm doing all right.

I need a tan and a second job before my rent is due in July.

My mom is the coolest.

Gay clubs with Christie are fun.
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I took the long way home tonight, and that neighborhood is still just as beautiful - treelined streets and large front lawns. But the trees in your front yard seemed to hang themselves heavy and I'm sure your mother was inside hanging her head in the same fashion. I think she painted the walls yellow to warm those rooms. Remember when we use to? No ( Read more... )

So the lack of updating should explain the lack of anything eventful happening in this dust covered town. I've found ways to pass the time and spend the nights. Bars that'll have me and other things. But its kinda like living in a coma. All of my nights are shrowded in fog and I'm living hour by hour ( Read more... )

I'm proud of myself. For small talk and one word answers when he came back like always, late at night. I'm not sure what to make of it. Either they're through or he's just making sure that I'm not angry with him. I wouldn't say I'm angry. Maybe fed up. Maybe dissappointed in the both of us. But I'm proud of myself. For not jumping on him with all ( Read more... )

Ah, I am so done caring. Its too much energy. I thought that maybe my underreaction was just a product of stressful weeks and possibly too much alcohol. I took it all with an "Oh well, I kind of figured," attitude and that was it. And now all of my plans have been dashed. All those weekends I imagined. All the lazy afternoons and wild nights. But I ( Read more... )