Journal 18

I decided to post this one earlier than normal. I have a lot on my mind. Of course when I start writing, it all disappears. I spent my day at the local library working on school stuff. In a weird way, I enjoyed it. I was surrounded by people my age who were all working […]

Journal 17

I have nothing positive to write about. I spent most of my day either crying or sleeping. I’m exhausted from worry. I’m exhausted from anger. This is the point when I realize that I don’t deserve to be treated like shit…by anyone. I would never do to someone what he is doing to me. It’s […]

Journal 16

… I know that as time passes, my biggest fears grow in their chances of becoming reality. I set myself up for failure if I do not prepare myself now. I know that I tried to love someone and I tried to make them feel special, and I know that I need to accept what […]

Journal 15

Is there a statute of limitations on “time and space” and “wait until I text you”? Is that like a cop-out code word for “you’ll never ever hear from me again, I’m just scared to tell you that to your face?” Meanwhile, I just wait forever. I went kayaking today. It was windy and the […]

Journal 14

I have nothing to say. Going to spend my evening marathoning The Purge movies. The weather was nice today, and I created a book study guide for my book reading group that I’m particularly proud of but who cares. Who. Cares. I’m done with caring for now.

Journal 13

I am so tired. I just got back from dance and eating dinner. Today I pretended that my life wasn’t sort of falling apart and got some things done. I made a plan. 1. Finish the house (almost done) 2. School work/E3 work/ballet basics (in progress) 3. Finish up E3 contract work so I can […]

Journal 12

Day 1: I decided to start a small journal entry series because I need someone to talk to about my day, about anything, so I don’t feel so alone with myself. So, I will share with all of you. Today, my dog went missing. I woke up around 545 this morning and bolted out of […]

Journal 11

I often think that when people see me, they receive a snap shot of a single point in time and somehow, their perception of me fits within the constructs of four edges. I usually have my face pointed towards the sun, shoe-less with dirty feet, my brassy blonde hair wild about me, picking up UV […]

Journal 6

Here is a sour dose of truth, as bitter as cherry cough syrup…I am not real. I wear many hats in my life to play many roles – friend, lover, dog mom, caretaker, student, citizen, teacher, sister, daughter – I do what others do, eat breakfast, go to the gym, walk the dog, listen in […]