Category Not Dawson's Creek.

Pawn? Your move.

January 14, 2010 · by · in It Goes Without Saying., Not Dawson's Creek. · Leave a comment

I needed a day like yesterday to swiftly put things back into perspective. Maybe the entire first three days of this week were ruled by PMS, but yesterday was my comedown. Finally. I have been trying to write this entry all day, and keep coming up short. I have words, but nothing that is worthy […]

Sick to my stomach.

December 17, 2009 · by · in Not Dawson's Creek., Passion over Consequence. · 1 Comment

I’m remembering. I wish I hadn’t started that walk this morning, that disgusting walk down memory lane that never ceases to make my stomach turn. “Maybe I like the pain”…or maybe somewhere deep down, I know that I need that reminder from time to time. I wish I could be there for him. I wish […]

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