Its always intereting to me who visits my diary. I keep for a good reason. I kind of do and don't want to know who reads this. I guess if some one has nothing better to do but snoop and find out boring details of my life,then so be it. I am the one who puts my life online in a diary form. however, I usually talk about pointless crap or I make fun of things.
I've been sleeping well lately and I like it.I've been either walking or doing some thing physical every day. I swam last night,mowed the day before.
I'm starting to not feel as down or sad about a lot of things. the other night at walmart I sort of revealed some things to my mother. she also told me she had talked to k*ree about some things and how he wanted to talk to me. well ya know,I'm a little pissed. I tried calling him and conveying to him what was going on here. he understood but didn't. he says he'll listen to me if I need help or want to talk,but what he means is if it concerns him.
I think I had gotten to the point where I was afraid of my mother. afraid of what she would say or do. why was i and am i afraid? whats the point.
I am loud,opinionated,blunt j*lie.I don't let people walk all over me or say and do whatever the hell they want. some how I lost that for a while. I stopped caring and gave in and became sort of weak.
well,while my feelings get hurt far easier then you'll ever know,I need to stop this.
I am feeling like me again and not so crappy and dead inside.
