this story ends in blood shed

I am so ready to be done with my childhood. The anticipation filling my body is making everything tingle as I feel everything shitty about my childhood exploding.

There are a few things I want to keep, memories, people, things, but for the most part, I want to leave all the crap behind.

I talked to a dear friend [who was never intended to be a friend, but who has turned into such a fabulous person in my life] on the telephone for an hour tonight, and despite complaining about work for 60% of that conversation I am still feeling better than I felt before the call.

I felt pretty lousy all weekend. Last week was a pretty crazy rollercoaster of emotions, and I can't take it like I used to, I don't bouce back anymore, so I got into the kind of tortured melancholy mood on thursday night and it seems to be lagging around all weekend. I say Bah to that.

If your name is Emily Smith I'd love to hear from you. Also, if your name is not actually Emily Smith, I'd also love to hear from you. I'm feeling pretty alone right now. Actually, I'm feeling a bit better right now.

[Music: The Stills - In The Beginning]