Elizabeth Taylor: A Diva to the End, Requested to be late to her own funeral. tinyurl.com/659mejh I wish I was that important...

I spent so much time putting this stuff together for him to take with him. Now I'm lost; I don't even know what to think. How should I feel?

I'm completely heartbroken. We just spent our anniversary apart, and now I won't get to hug or kiss him goodbye. Unbelievable.

My fiancé is leaving tonight for a 5-week rehab program, & his Gma won't bring him to say goodbye to me first or get the package I made him.

"Good music is good music, and that should be enough for anybody." Happy Birthday, Bradley.

Triple Decker Grilled Cheese: Awesome in theory; Not so awesome in reality. Especially for one who's lactose intolerant. - Ugh, my stomach!

WTF good is getting a job NOW when all my shit is already LONG GONE you fucking DICKBAG?! MyParentsAre unbelievably selfish assholes. >.<;

Didn't bother telling me until I need something out of there. ALL of MY stuff is GONE, when I could've gone and got it out a long time ago.

Twitlonger is being a bitch. Now I have to figure out how to vent my frustration in 140 characters. Which is just making me more frustrated.

I hate going to bed without his arms around me... It just feels so wrong. It's a big slap in the face, reminding me that I'm all alone.