#angry

My eyes carry the weight of my world. How tired I truly am. Heavy and blue. As if I have never slept. My chest carrier my fears. Bound with barbed wire. Wrapped so tight I dare not breathe. My stomach carries my poison.Wretched and disgusting. Overflowing when I catch a glimpse of my monster in&h...

Once again I find myself up at night, questioning my actions, questioning your actions, and wondering if we are going to make it. My gut tells me we are, but you ability to end things at the drop of a pin make me question. Although relationships are so much more complex, I truly believe it…

I know that everything is going to be OK in the end, but at the moment it’s not. I’m sad, angry, lonely, jobless and broke. I’m sad because I miss the sea. The sea is so beautiful and vast. It calms me and it gives me energy. I love the freshness, the sound of crashing…

The man I love has not been feeling well (or so he sais). His feet, legs and abdomine are in stabbing pain... So what so I do, I talk all the rejections of affections and I rub his pain away 1 to 3 times a day everyday. Ive rubbed so much my arms are sore…

I have been dating this guy from almost 2 years now. In the beginning everything was pretty good. I told him about my past, my trust issues, my insecurities and he said he will never do anything to make me feel like that again. I requested him, sort off begged him that if I will…

I signed the final divorce papers, but they can’t be turned in until June 23rd. She says she feels lost, broken. I feel alone, hurt, angry. I text her occasionally. She responds. She never texts me first though. I try not to blame myself. But how can I not on some level? The pain is…

i'm getting off work early today. at 1:30!!!! woooo!!! this makes me happy. and honestly, I'm making my side boob entries private cuz everyone is getting on my nerves.  (well not everyone, but you know, some people)    I'm a bitch. deal with it. my period is probably going to explo...

I hate doctors I hate tires I hate everything and I wanna go home!!!!! I am the biggest whiny bratface right now because I'm paying 300 bucks for fucking tires and I don't even know where this money is coming from and baboo is acting like I'm the fucking bank of Monique-ica and I won't…

now i'm pissed off. i came home feeling like crap and looking like crap and really just wanting baboo to come home and be with me and I'd be ok. it's after 8 pm and he's not here. his phone is dead. we were chatting up to the SECOND he left work, and he stops…