January 2011
18 posts
Resolutionz!
I never make them. However, it’s good for me to have goals, therefore, this year they are as such:
1. Lose 20 lbs.
2. Get my financial affairs in order.
3. Find a real job.
4. Settle down?
5. Call my family more.
6. Don’t buy stupid shit for no reason.
December 2010
23 posts
Sometimes…I just want to move far away and be alone and start completely new. Discover who I truly am and create my own beginnings.
And then I remember that thing called love.
...in an empty room...
I can be myself.
Heading “home” tonight ( I will always refer to “home” with quotations because until I am married with a dog and a house, I feel that there is no place I am particularly attached to), via train, in Rochester. Joe is driving me there and heading home himself, and I am subjected to an all-night journey along the great lakes, stateside. Dry contacts ( I...
I have been so hurt and disillusioned that I no longer know how to be in a relationship. Sometimes I wonder whether or not being with someone I care about or love is even worth dealing with my own insecurities and fallacies. I need more than the simple. I need more than most would be willing to go. So is it worth it? Or would not having to worry about any of it be more beneficial to my being? I...
It feels like -2 degrees outside. It’s the middle of December, and I’m suddenly dumbfounded as to how this happened. The last time I remember being in this “realm” of “thought” it was unseasonably warm and there were miles upon miles to go before sleeping. Yet, here I am. Another semester nearly under the proverbial belt, and an entirely new set of mile-markers...
I would give a lot of things to be 5’10” and 127 lbs with a BMI of 17 again. Being a healthy weight is unacceptable. I want to see ribs and hip bones and wear a size 4 long. This size 8 disgusts me. Scarily….I think like this everyday. I always will. I will always compare. This is a curse I don’t talk much about…and one that is the most detrimental to me as a person....
Since She Left: She might be the smartest girl I... →
sincesheleft:
And yet, I get to wake up at 2 to her text messages of barely intelligible thought. She’s not drunk. It’s her custom greeting. I flip my phone open, to find it. “Roar” I put the phone down, for a second. Like a chess piece, I find myself unable to take my hand off of it, for fear I might lose my…
