December 2008
4 posts
This is not my idea of Christmas
I’m at the edge of keeping other people out again.
Sooner or later I’ll be left alone, probably happier that way. This storm will rage on and on, and I’m losing faith.
Okay, cut the crap. This isn’t my Multiply page.
I want him to stay away, because I can’t forgive him for what he’s done.
I don’t know what to feel.
I can’t stop him from doing...
Greeeen.
Love drives me to the edge of sanity. I didn’t want to feel awkward. I didn’t want to feel like I’m losing control, but I did. So I pushed down a shot of tequila, and now it’s worse. It’s not pain, it’s irritation, only aggravated by the fact that I’m so far away.
And he’s there with her.
I know she’s stupid. But he could get stupid too. Her...
I wouldn't like me if I met me.
I’m just so glad he did.
Last Saturday he finally met my father. Oh yes, the sperm cell donor to whom I am eternally half-indebted to (the other half of the eternal debt goes to my mother, the egg cell donor).
Daddy was silent as usual, and he was uncomfortable. I’m glad Daddy and the boys left the house for a few hours so we could get some ‘alone time’. It’s been...
Trenta minutos
30 minutes. Half an hour. That’s 1/12 of my day that I’m not getting back because I spent it on something futile, something that should’ve been over and done for years.
I spent it on you.
What else could I expect?