DD – Sunday Morning

Dear Diary, It’s Sunday morning, just after 10:30, and I am laying here in someone else’s bed thinking about Him. How fucking pathetic is that? I’ve spent the weekend with a new friend, having had some truly fantastic sex, and right now all I want to do is share it with Him...

DD – Goodbye Nanny C

Dear Diary, My grandmother, Nanny C, passed away last night. She went to bed for the night and never woke up. The best way to go if you ask me. I’ve been sitting here thinking about her for the past few hours. She was a force of nature that woman....

DD – Dreams & Guns

Dear Diary, I had several dreams last night. Good dreams and an odd dream. He was in one and I shared it with him earlier this afternoon. He had no response. When I asked him if it was a good dream or not he did come back and say...

DD – When?

Dear Diary, When will it get easier? Does it? I honestly don’t know. It takes all my willpower not to message him every day and not because it became a habit, wich it was, but because I still want to share my life with him. I want to share...

DD – Last Night

Dear Diary, I’ve been playing out scenarios in my mind all week. Playing and replaying. Sometimes worst case, sometimes best. Me begging, him ignoring. Him showing up on my doorstep and telling me he loves me, how he can’t live without me. No matter how many times I do...

DD – I did it!

Dear Diary, I got the job!! Things have moved so fast with this. Just a week ago I got a cold call from a recruiter and today I landed the job. Apparently I am pleasant and personable and appear to know my stuff. I’m glad that came across because...

Dear Diary?

I never mentioned “Dear Diary” before because there was no plan to do it, it just happened. While dealing with my feelings about saying goodbye I was reminded about a diary I used to keep when I was younger. My sister and some friends used to keep them as well. We would pour...

DD – It’s Tuesday

Dear Diary, I started this entry with a big blurb about my current place of employment then decided to scrap it. If I want to bitch about something I will, of course. I will write some sad, and possibly pathetic, things but they will be about me, my feelings and...