ormunroe

I wish someone would just tell me what to do then if things didn't turn out right, I'd have someone to blame.

I feel so fickle letting my mind go here then there. I don't know...it seems like all my determination has left and now I want to comfort more than break free. Theres always a feeling of this not being right but when I look at him I see the man that loves me wholeheartedly. I see the father of my child and I'm confused. Obligation, responsibility, love, and freedom are becoming so entangled that I just don't know anymore.

On a random note, I love being called 'little one'. There's something so protective and romantic in that. No one calls me that but I'd like to be called that someday.


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I had no idea you have an SG account. You never mentioned it. I only know now because you forgot to log out and your sn popped up as I tried to log on. I suppose since your account is anonymous that you've been reading my journals for a while w/o my knowledge. I don't know what to think of that. This journal was to get my thoughts out, as silly as they may be and have a place of my own. Perhaps, it will help you see me better? Perhaps not.

I don't know what to think of this. We should talk and if you don't want to, you should email me.