You're destroying me I tell you. I can't stop. It's getting pathetic by this point. I guess I'm stupid & won't ever be able to truly and finally help myself. I can't. When you told me about another woman my stomach churned. It's really time to be over this whole bullshit thing, but I can't.… Continue reading Will I ever get over him?
17 years. 17 years ago today a boy was born, his name was Edwin Joseph Ness. He was the youngest of 4. He had curly hair & fair skin. He had a love for Tommy Pickles & he let everyone know it. He had one of the sweetest, cutest faces that at times, you just… Continue reading For “Our Edwin Joseph Ness”
You're sitting there laughing, enjoying and smiling at one another. It's a precious moment that won't last forever. It's a perfect day along with the sun shining. The light breeze blows your hair while you exchange whispers with your best friends about a boy that's at a bench near the three of you. You are mesmerized… Continue reading Sometimes there isn’t always a happy ending..
So, I posted on my Facebook page: What does Valentine's Day mean to you? Even though I only got 4 responses, they're enough: "It's an excuse for businesses to make banking, and for men to get laid.. lol.. but seriously.. it's a day to celebrate love.. :D" "It's a day of mourning." "An excuse to… Continue reading What does Valentine’s Day mean to you?
June 25th, 2011: The day is set. I am going with him to his dad/ girlfriend's picnic. There is a slight chance of rain, but that doesn't stop us from having it. He works this morning & we go around 3:30. I am more so looking forward to it because I like spending time with… Continue reading The special feeling that emerges when invited to parties with him.
I woke up in a cheery mood as I looked at the date on my Virgin Mobile cell phone. February 14th, 2010: I was so excited what this day would entail. I just got flowers yesterday from my then boyfriend & he did so well. I was so proud of him. Our plans were to… Continue reading The big confusion on Valentine’s day.
5:00 a.m. would hit & my alarm would go off. I looked at my clock and made a groan. It was 5:00 already! It was time. I forced myself out of bed so I could help my brother fold newspapers. We would always deliver them early in the hopes of not seeing anyone we knew.… Continue reading The paper carrying days.