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Name: nicole Location: Columbus, Nebraska, United States Birthday: 7/14/1986 Gender: Female
Interests: i live off candy, pop, and mcdonalds happy meals. i adore underOATH-brand new-senses fail-matchbook romance-my chemical romance-AFI-taking back sunday- haste the day-hawthorne heights-bleed the dream-the used-a thorn for every heart-from autumn to ashes, etc etc. i really like scary movies and the color pink. Expertise: i'm really good at lying to myself and making my life seem a lot worse than it really is. i have a hard time of letting go and it kicks my ass. every. frikin. time. some day i bet i'll be good at something really cool though, and you'll be jealous. gaurenfuckinteed. Occupation: Student Industry: Construction
Message: message meEmail: email me MSN: the_real_slim_shady_nicole@hotmail.com
Member Since:
2/13/2005
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| so it's been a LONG while since i got on here. busy i guess. i just read my last 2 years of entries...i was one depressed S.O.B. i can't say i'm happy now...but dang. i think i might just have to start this thing back up. i like reading back and remembering all those silly things i did. | | |
| i try to see the good in life. but good things in life are hard to find. | | |
| so i figured i'd do a little update. things are going good. i was stressing myself out a little too much the last couple weeks. i am now a hooters girl. it's a pretty awesome job. lately i've been craving a relationship. i have never had a boyfriend, and it really doesn't bother me. but theres sometimes when i have no one, that i wish i had that special person. the one i knew would always be there for me. would love me for me. i thought i had that person once before, but learned the hard way this was not the case. how do you know? when do you start to give them your heart, your soul, your life? to trust someone else so much. this is just a hard concept for me to grasp. i've given too many people all of my trust, and it most cases wish i wouldn't have. people are hard for me to understand sometimes. my thoughts are a blur right now. but these peanut butter m & m's are delicious. i miss cuddling, flirting, hugging, kissing, just being with..............................him. but my stupid drunk ass ruined it. even though there was no second chance. this defined it. i will forever be viewed differently in his mind. and it's something i'll never be able to take back. and it tears me apart. and for some reason i still miss dan. i'm totally over him. but i miss what we had. it was something i've never felt before. something i didn't get to keep for very long. | | |
| i hate um. every single fucking one. i must be that easy of a target. like a big ass fucking bullseye that no one ever seems to miss. i feel like crawling into a hole for a few minutes....but instead i'll vent to you, my journal, my friend. i think i lie to myself. i make me believe i'm stronger than i really am. i hide a lot of what i feel, and i am able to blow off quite a bit...but at the same time it all just eats away at me. all the "what ifs" and the regrets....sometimes it's just too much. i want my heart back, the one who used to trust everyone and deny no one. the one who was open to everything this life has to offer me. but that heart is gone. dead. it will never be the same. i miss my old friends. the ones i would cry to, but more importantly, laugh with. i don't have that anymore. its as though i'm not who i really am. my life used to be so careless, so fun. those friends are gone, have moved on. sometimes i wonder if they ever miss me, if i touched them the same way they've touched me. all i can do is wonder...... | | |
| so i'm in the big O now. sorry for those of you whom i have yet to contact (ashley and tyffaney) i have just been so busy trying to get my shit settled. went home this weekend cuz i worked at the bar for the game. friday night sucked cuz some lovely girl decided it would be funny to steal my phone and keys to everything i own. she has yet to pay the consequences. other than that.......i really don't even remember typing my previous post. i think i was drunk..... | | |
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