jezebel.

things are getting better.
9 wonderful months so far, only complicated by minor tiffs.
but we are strong enough to work through anything and everything.
sorry I doubted you.

well.

i miss you.
i'm scared.

you're not my wonderwall.

love you too, asshole.

nothing new.
no work. oh and love is hell.

for me, today is ryan adams day.
every song of his i hear, sounds exactly like how I'm feeling.

my psych teacher was talking about depression today.
and for the longest time, I feel like that's me.

I'm really dying and going through something
and you can't even be here for me anymore.
I can't say a word or thinking a though without tip-toeing.
fuck it, i'm tired of walking on my tippy toes, in a room full of eggshells.
seriously.

I'm scared.

at this point.

I don't even think you know, lucky boy.
you should be driving me.

the big 2-0 in 7 days. woo-hoo.
wish I could be myself again.

i took a glorious "let me avoid the world nap" today,
and I had this wonderful dream that I developed my holga pictures
and they actually turned out and they were amazing.
award winning. oh and I quit my job and worked somewhere else besides target.
it'd be so nice to no longer look at red and khaki and be making money.

this time, I'm doing everything for me.
take that.