Saturday, July 31, 2010
"Songs nowadays are only about sexuality and love."
WHO CARES! People LIKE songs about sexuality and love! They can relate!
He drove me so crazy, I honestly asked him to repeat what he had said so I could walk out of the room while he was talking. Three times. And I feel no shame.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
It was the first time ever that I thought maybe things might be okay when Elyse goes to college. Sure, I'll miss her a lot. But I think I can see myself still having fun at home.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Lately I'm having really weird dreams. Really weird, about homeless children and people getting upset that I get a job. I hurt my ankle at work, taking out the garbage. I'm not entirely sure how though.
I found some great Shakespearean quotes:
His kisses are Judas' own children.
Dear Lady Disdain!
Pluto and Hell!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I'm sorry I miss you still.
I'm sorry I can't move on.
I'm sorry I still cry in public.
I'm sorry I can't drink Cherry Coke.
I'm sorry I can't watch Office Space.
I'm sorry I feel lonely, but refuse to say something.
I'm sorry I wish you'd hurt her.
I'm sorry I hide behind books.
I'm sorry I never knew how to help.
I'm sorry I've fallen to my knees in defeat.
I'm sorry I listen to the CD and feel like I still have you.
I'm sorry I save messages of your apologies and missing me messages.
I'm sorry I want to erase you.
I'm sorry I still write you letters.
I'm sorry I kissed your scars.
I'm sorry I cried in front of you.
I'm sorry I snapped when you wanted to pay for coffee.
I'm sorry I helped you hurt her like you hurt me.
I'm sorry I have so much to apoligize for.
I need to learn to let go. I feel more mad at myself than I do at those responsible. It's not my fault, but I feel like it is, like it will always be this way, that I'm not worthy of being loved or even cared about. I thought I was fun and pretty and witty and great
.But that was before they took everything
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Up and around,
down and around.
Leaving my stomache behind.
After work, I went to the cabin and slept until 1:20, 20 minutes before I had to babysit. Productive day...
Oooooh, I just realized how that sounded. I don't throw up on purpose. That doesn't stop my body from disobeying is what I meant.