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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Today is: 2002-11-23 - @ 6:25 p.m.
New salt on old wounds. all time - is relative
I went back to my old high school today for a visit. People were there because they were having a speech tournament there. I used to be on the speech team, so alot of my old friends were there. It ws nice, walking around, seeing everyone, being welcomed. Then I saw Craig. Dammit. It was horrible. He had gotten taller, and was wearing the required suit for teamers. He looked great. I felt sick. I just ached. goddamit, I am such a friggin little girl, why the hell can't I get over what he did to me? It just stabbed to see him again. It made me want him again. I hate admitting that. He didn't even acknowledge me until I said jokingly, "Fine Craig, don't say hi." He kind of half-heartedly waved and muttered a hello, then ignored me the entire time I was there. Bastard. It just made me feel like shit.
Quote for the Entry: "Just maybe you need this. And I didn't mean to lead you on. You were everything I wanted, but I just can't finish what I started. There is no room left here on my bed it was damaged long ago. Although you swear that you are true, I'll still pick my friends over you." -A song that came on as I was writing this. I hate that fucking song.
all time - is relative