Monthly Archives: March 2018

I am the remains of Joe’s shattered life

No pen for the Buffy journal, so spilling all of my 40 year old teen angst on here today.

I miss you

I miss seeing you, being with you, holding you in my arms. I wish that I had time to see you. I wish that one trip wouldn’t bankrupt me financially and morally. I wish I could leave it all behind and just come and be with you. I wish I could break the chains of depression that I lock myself with and just talk to you. But wishes and dreams are just that, wishes and dreams. Ideals that just float in the air like clouds.

There must be a better way…

To slash my wrists and cut myself than cyber stalking the ex on Facebook and on the Internet Archive Wayback Machine…

more testing

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Soon…

#cantwaitforspring

My face on a glamour magazine

Neighborhood watch.

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Apple Waffles w/Pecans for breakfast @oph_southsound #teamwaffle

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So true. @oph_southsound #ilovebacon

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