| Starting over yet again. |
[03 Nov 2004|08:28pm] |
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Ok. Since I have this account anyway, I will keep all of my wiccanings here. Seems appropriate :)
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[23 Sep 2004|09:00am] |
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Well, I moved two of my private journal entries from livejournal here. I don't want to write something that is in my heart at the time, and then go back and delete it before M sees it. I have already deleted two, about A, but hopefully I won't have to be afraid of this being seen by M anymore.
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[23 Sep 2004|08:59am] |
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Well, I did another read, pertaining to the first situation I got myself into, I asked ( What Would Happen... )
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[23 Sep 2004|08:56am] |
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Evanescence-Going Under |
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Well, if there wasn't a sign to behold, there never was one. I received an email from match.com...and I as I was reading it, I noticed the address; snail mail address for it. Of all the goddamn places in the world...Richardson, TX. I broke down in tears. Why...Why...
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[21 Sep 2004|06:55pm] |
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Evanescence--Going Under |
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Well, I finally got my laptop today...WHEE!!! I absolutely love it. Now, I can talk and do whatever I want and not really worry about who is seeing it. I hooked up my new webcam...it sucks, royally. I got better graphics off of a small $10 pencam than this stupid $50 one. I'm calling Dell to have it sent back. Hmm...I believe my digital camera has a webcam option. I will just use that instead.
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[21 Sep 2004|10:41am] |
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Metallica--Enter Sandman |
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Well, I had to start over, because M had access to my livejournal account. Now, I'm going to have to change all of my usernames, etc. I can't even have a place for my thoughts and feelings without him finding it. I hope he doesn't find this one, because if he is looking to not get hurt, then he won't find sunshine and roses here. I need a place to call my own, without interference from him. I don't mind other people reading my journal...just not him. He finds things, and throws them back in my face. It's as if my whole world should revolve around him and only him. Well...it doesn't. And it never will.
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