samling

i wish i wasn't such an intesnely private person. i've been roaming the house sobbing for the last hour, because i'm tired and have so many things running through my mind.

i want to be able to call someone, but i was raised with the "don't tell anyone your problems". i wanna call anyone who'll listen, but i can't. i can't even bring myself to page my counsler, even though i'm supposed to at times like this. what's the use, kids? everyone has their own problems, they certainly don't need mine. but yet i happily accept anyone else's woes. i'm one sick, sad, fucked up person. and i'm sooo tired. i think that's what's doing it.

i took a pill, it should kick in soon and i'll be fine. boyfriend is coming up tonight, to spend a couple days with me. just too much brain space and lots of places to be filled.

i'm rambling. pay no mind to me. i have to go unpack more stuff now.

i appreciate the people that comment in my journal. you're all rad.



babies were born last night. precious little things.