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So Rick and I are over, as of this Wednesday. I know, we’ve broken up and gotten back together a lot of times in the past six months, but this seems final. I was doing horribly the past two days; could not stop whining about it and feeling bad. My friends had to listen to…

There are so many thoughts, emotions, and feelings whirling through my mind that I don’t even know where to begin. All I know is that the only way to obtain even a semblance of emotional release is by organizing it all and physically removing them from my system. So, here we go.

Fact: I’m truly okay…

I really can’t depend on anyone but myself. And I always knew that… but somewhere down the line, I guess I just forgot. I had some stuff going on at home today, and the one person I thought was going to be here for me just wasn’t. So I find myself sitting here feeling really…

Since I started my new job, I’ve cut a lot of things out of my life that I realize I never needed to begin with. My obsession with online social networking, drinking, literally working 24-7, and thus sometimes forgetting to eat. Granted, I did lose about 10 pounds when I was working freelance all day…

I’ve had to come out the survivor of a lot of struggles. I’ve faced things no one should have to face in a mere 21 years. I sometimes wish I could be as naive as some of my friends and family. I wish I didn’t already know the reality of the world we’re living in.…

So February 14 is quickly approaching, and that dire need to pound the founder of V-Day’s sorry ass through 6 solid feet of concrete is already here. Mind you, the lucky bastard’s probably already dead, but if we could resurrect him for just a moment, I’d be happy to send him right back. I mean,…

It’s over. Joey and I broke up last night – well I did most of the breaking up. But I think our relationship has never been better since last night.

Sure, I was pissed I didn’t get more of a reaction from him. If he had actually fought for me – that’s what would have kept…

It kills me when people can make judgments based on hear-say and they’re not interested in hearing your side of the story. Simple-minded, if you ask me.

That’s all I had to say.

My two year anniversary with Joey passed this week. We went to Cheesecake Factory and had dinner. The food was alright, I didn’t finish…

I’m so fucking close to just slapping someone right now, that it’s not even funny. I mean, you’d think God gave people enough common sense to know to stay away from a temperamental crazy woman in finals week. But did He? NO.

I mean my freakin English professor acts like she’s doing us all a favor…

I wonder about a lot of things actually. Like why the sky is blue, why onions make you cry, why women can never apply mascara with their mouthes closed, why the word men is synonymous with fucking douche bag. They’re all valid questions, except no amount of scientific examination on the male pea brain will…