[30 Dec 2009|06:52pm] blindspotss man a whole lot changes in a year 00

[29 Dec 2009|11:14pm] jocularreaction [ mood | okay ] NEW YEARS ON THE WAY. OMG. I'll fix this post later, or update with another post. All in all, 2009, you are the best out of my 22 years here so far. You were amazing. I accomplished so much of what I never thought I could within a year's time. 00

[24 Dec 2009|12:09pm] blindspotss this holiday season, the feelings in my air are as follows: love annoyance nervousness kindness thankfulness anger truthfulness confusion i am thankful that everyone has made it home safe and sound and is enjoying the holidays with their families. i cant wait to get my new bed set, making my nights to come even more enjoyable. Maura and Natalies visit in SF went exactly as planned, and there is nobody i wouldve liked driving home with more. (im speaking of dylan, mostly.) I hope everyone has a great christmas! 00

Little Knit Hearts [20 Dec 2009|04:38am] lizzy_bigwood It's them. The undeniable presence of them. The women that haunt my wounded heart. For although my heart may have been broken by man, it is the woman behind the man now that causes me pain. I see them, stunning creatures that I compare myself too. Little glimpses into the lives of the females that have held the same man's affection. I think, "I wish I had eyebrows like her, he probably loves her eyebrows". Now, despite this hurt and jealousy, the man is alone. I, nor any other woman is with him now. He is alone. At the movies. At the coffee shops. At the dinners. She left behind tiny knit hearts, hidden for him to find. With each one he found, he knew who left it and his thoughts turn to her. I knitted no hearts. I left behind no token of what once was. I wonder, in these cold and lonely hours before dawn, if something of mine lingers in him. Does my smell still stick to his pillow? Are my eye makeup stains still on his white towels? What is left of me but a small spark of something unsuccessful? There are no regrets, there is no turning back. But sometimes (just a little) I wish I had hidden little knit hearts too. 00

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