punkitten's journal

I bought a new journal today so I don't have to pour my feelings out online for the world to see, I much prefer handwritten entries. Although tedious and hand-cramping, they are much more personal. I have this theory with writing letters also. But I'll leave some entries here as well...

Words are running around in my head, I hear them whispering to me, in my sleep, in my car, anywhere and everywhere i go they repeat themselves over and over-

I can't do this alone.

But I'm trying to... for you.

This post was edited by punkitten on Mar 05, 2007.

It doesn't always happen the way you want it to. Sleep can come to you in a variety of unwanted ways. For instance, had I given into temptation I would have fallen asleep on the massage table while working at the salon today. And now, at this hour of the night when I should be in bed, sleep is the last thing my body is leaning towards. I think I might eat something.

Why isn't he calling. I need help through this, I can't do it alone.

First day... I was a little anxious. Hoping he'll call. Wondering if he understands why I didn't talk to him sooner. Wanting all of this to make sense. Wishing he didn't have to go. Ever. I love him.

This post was edited by punkitten on Mar 01, 2007.

I'll be seeing you
In all the old, familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut tree
The wishing well.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely, summer's day
And everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you.