I hate it when I can’t remember stuff. I HAD so much to say earlier…but now? No such luck. But, I do have some good news (well, it’s good to me anyway). One of my friends showed this publisher guy a short story I had written and he wants to print it! Then my friend […]
*thinking to self* Must be strong, must be strong, must be strong. I must be firm…stick to my guns…I cannot give in, no matter what! Shoot, this is getting hard…Lord, I need help.
From: Moore, Alex Sent: Wed 7/21/2004 3:02 AM To: Decker, Sarah Subject: Sick Days Dear Sarah, Today, I was thinking of you again. I have not been feeling well and it got me thinking about the time you became really sick and at school. You had so much to do and could barely think to […]
From: Moore, Alex Sent: Tue 7/20/2004 7:47 AM To: Decker, Sarah Subject: I, Robot Dear Sarah, I went to I, Robot today and I want to tell you about it. We went to the theatre where I took you to see Van Helsing. As I walked up to the ticked counter, I saw the giving […]
You ever have that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach? Like, something is wrong or you’ve forgotten something really important? I’m not sure what it is, but I just have this feeling like something is wrong right now, or something is going to go wrong. I hate that feeling. It’s kind of like […]
Being my friends, I know you all have kept up with the stuff I write for The Falcon newspaper. (Obviously, because everything I write is just soooooo interesting.) Anyway, I am putting together a portfolio of the finest pieces I’ve written and I’d like your opinion! This portfolio is going to be included in my […]
I used to think that when I needed that little extra something and my best friends weren’t around to talk to, that Disney movies were the trick to cheering myself up. That or I’d go on a nice long walk and think about stuff. (But that’s also something I do regardless of how I’m feeling…I […]
After the second call… A few minutes later he calls again…I don’t pick up. The phone rings again, I wait…I give in. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to go. You’re too much a part of my life.” *I’m silent* “I don’t know why you’re doing this to me.” “Alex, it’s not all about you. […]
I did it. I miss him so much, but I know it was the right thing to do. He knows I feel horrible. And I almost wonder if he isn’t glad I feel bad. His voice didn’t match his words. Then after he hung up on me the first time, he called back and said […]
I hate that my exterior life is so dominated by the tyrannous “Shoulds”…I should do this, I should do that…clean the house, balance my checkbook, finish this project, blah blah blah. It sucks that life can’t be normal unless you obey the “Shoulds.” I guess that’s what they call responsibility. yuck.
