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[09 Oct 2004|12:32pm] |
She's a She!!!
And she has Josh's nose.... ;)
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[12 Apr 2004|11:26am] |
You begin to miss people. To yern for them. The longing and desire for the fell of their fingertips, or the sound of their voice. Its inevidable. It begins to feel as though you've taken forgranted each little thing you've loved the most. And this is a terrible way to have things work; take them completley forgranted while you have them, and be totally at odds with the fact that they're gone once they leave. It makes you wonder if you'll ever truly appreciate them while you have them. It puts doubt in your mind of if it will ever work out. Life is funny like that-- so amusing to everyone else.
I'm quite miserable here without him. I might even go as far as to say I'm depressed. You have to understand, that he was the only thing keeping me happy-- the only one who so supported everything I did. Now all I have is rejection. From my family, my town.
New plan. No more charity from my parents, everything I allow them to give me turns into a debt and a failure on my part. I'm not taking the loan that my mother cosigned on. If I'm going to do all of this on my own, I'm going to do it right. Even if it takes another two years to save up the money, or to gain the credit-- I'm going to take the long way around.
I leave in 3 weeks (when school is over) to go live with Josh. I can only hope that it will get better than it is now. Until then I'm staying with the people I've been staying with. I'm not going home anymore to visit-- the nostalgia has become more like nausea, latelty.
You are the cause of what happens to you.
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[24 May 2003|10:49am] |
Friends Only.
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