June 22, 2012 @ 1:43pm FridayJournal: I hoped of a different life seems to come to a stop. Fascinated by others isn’t much to fascinate about anymore. I haven’t had much faith in the love department anymore. As I lay at nite thinking what changes I should make. Doesn’t seem to impress me anymore. I’ve come to a halt in pleasing others. Changes towards love isn’t all cut out to be. It is either I don’t want to love anymore or I’m not seeing the out come of acceptance. I roll over in bed during the day thinking why I don’t care to love anyone. I just don’t have the umph to want to be loved. Perhaps I’m not ready to give what I had given in my last relationship. Perhaps I’m just not over him? Perhaps I’am? The fact is, I guess? I’m not ready to give my heart a chance to widen my horizon. These are my thought’s of as of right now.

June 22, 2012 @ 1:43pm Friday

Journal: I hoped of a different life seems to come to a stop. Fascinated by others isn’t much to fascinate about anymore. I haven’t had much faith in the love department anymore. As I lay at nite thinking what changes I should make. Doesn’t seem to impress me anymore. I’ve come to a halt in pleasing others. Changes towards love isn’t all cut out to be. It is either I don’t want to love anymore or I’m not seeing the out come of acceptance. I roll over in bed during the day thinking why I don’t care to love anyone. I just don’t have the umph to want to be loved. Perhaps I’m not ready to give what I had given in my last relationship. Perhaps I’m just not over him? Perhaps I’am? The fact is, I guess? I’m not ready to give my heart a chance to widen my horizon. These are my thought’s of as of right now.

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Written: March 3, 2012 Saturday @ 11:51am
Journal: Life is what you make it. Ugh!! Every happy go lucky person say’s that. But us sad people don’t care to really listen to that because we know all the happy people are such a liar. My heart hurt’s because of sorrow. . Let me say this to all those that say that. I am working through issue’s and re-adjusting myself at time’s. For myself. I seem to stay positive at certain moment’s, but as of this exact date. It’s been 6 month’s of my separation and I’m doing everything to keep you off my mind. Will it work? It seems to until I stop moving around. Sigh* I Miss You ;O( Now it is February 4, 2012 Sunday @ 12:07am. I just came back home from the theater. My son, sister and I just saw “The Woman In Black”. An Awesome, Suspense, Paranormal Movie! I am proud that I held my ground’s and did not contact you. Never the less, it was hard to deal with this issue. 143* Alla prossima volta. Buona notte Bello. (translate from Italian to English- “Until next time. Good Nite Handsome.”)* Big Hug’z and Kisse’z from a far**Mwah**

Written: March 3, 2012 Saturday @ 11:51am

Journal: Life is what you make it. Ugh!! Every happy go lucky person say’s that. But us sad people don’t care to really listen to that because we know all the happy people are such a liar. My heart hurt’s because of sorrow. . Let me say this to all those that say that. I am working through issue’s and re-adjusting myself at time’s. For myself. I seem to stay positive at certain moment’s, but as of this exact date. It’s been 6 month’s of my separation and I’m doing everything to keep you off my mind. Will it work? It seems to until I stop moving around. Sigh* I Miss You ;O( Now it is February 4, 2012 Sunday @ 12:07am. I just came back home from the theater. My son, sister and I just saw “The Woman In Black”. An Awesome, Suspense, Paranormal Movie! I am proud that I held my ground’s and did not contact you. Never the less, it was hard to deal with this issue. 143* Alla prossima volta. Buona notte Bello. (translate from Italian to English- “Until next time. Good Nite Handsome.”)* Big Hug’z and Kisse’z from a far**Mwah**

Written: February 28, 2012 Tuesday @ 10:38pm
Poetry~ My mind wanders as the minute’s tick away. Holding back my tear’s I try to not shed for you. I tell myself I can be strong. I wonder why I even bother my nerve’s. I try to seek of other thing’s, yet our old memories tap at my spirits. Oh father time don’t take me back, because all I want to do is forget what you meant to me. I turn in my bed and close my eye’s. Hoping to never dream of you. I can smell a light breeze through my cracked open window. It sooth’s my restlessness and help’s me sleep. But before I stop thinking of you I whisper into the night. “Oh Baby, how I miss you. Buona notte. (good night)”.

Written: February 28, 2012 Tuesday @ 10:38pm

Poetry~ My mind wanders as the minute’s tick away. Holding back my tear’s I try to not shed for you. I tell myself I can be strong. I wonder why I even bother my nerve’s. I try to seek of other thing’s, yet our old memories tap at my spirits. Oh father time don’t take me back, because all I want to do is forget what you meant to me. I turn in my bed and close my eye’s. Hoping to never dream of you. I can smell a light breeze through my cracked open window. It sooth’s my restlessness and help’s me sleep. But before I stop thinking of you I whisper into the night. “Oh Baby, how I miss you. Buona notte. (good night)”.

Written: February 25, 2012 Saturday @ 4:42pm
Journal: (I finally caught up on my journal drafts that had been saved on my cell phone. It is sad to have to delete them, because I can’t reread what I had been writing at anytime.)
Time tick’s slowly during the day. I tried to ignore my feelings for you. It does work sometimes, but other times? I haven’t emailed you in 12 days. That is a record for me. I’m pretty proud of myself. When night arrives. It’s a different story. I keep myself occupied on the internet and still glance at my email’s. Just hoping you would have something to say to me, but it still hasn’t happened. I’m such a sad case when it come’s to you! I still love you, but I try to be strong and stay away. I did meet someone, but he is not you! He try’s to tap into my emotion’s about you. He get’s frustrated because I wouldn’t reveal much, and let him in. He can see that I am numb, and distant. He wishes I can trust him. I said to him; “It’s not gon’na happen, so stop trying to analyzing me. You can’t save me!”

Written: February 25, 2012 Saturday @ 4:42pm

Journal: (I finally caught up on my journal drafts that had been saved on my cell phone. It is sad to have to delete them, because I can’t reread what I had been writing at anytime.)

Time tick’s slowly during the day. I tried to ignore my feelings for you. It does work sometimes, but other times? I haven’t emailed you in 12 days. That is a record for me. I’m pretty proud of myself. When night arrives. It’s a different story. I keep myself occupied on the internet and still glance at my email’s. Just hoping you would have something to say to me, but it still hasn’t happened. I’m such a sad case when it come’s to you! I still love you, but I try to be strong and stay away. I did meet someone, but he is not you! He try’s to tap into my emotion’s about you. He get’s frustrated because I wouldn’t reveal much, and let him in. He can see that I am numb, and distant. He wishes I can trust him. I said to him; “It’s not gon’na happen, so stop trying to analyzing me. You can’t save me!”

Written: February 19, 2012 Sunday @ 9:27pm
Journal: It’s been 6 day’s since my last email to my Amore*. I expressed my past and how I had wished he would not have sympathy, but compassion for our friendship. I will stay true to our friendship, and will always love him. I will no longer email him as much as I have done. I don’t want to loose connection with him ever, but since (again, I have said) I had permanently marked his initial’s, which has a special meaning for my 1st tattoo. Showing that our soul’s had once bonded. I will carry this forever with me. I wrote my last email of truth, which he must know who I was in the past to see who and why I do thing’s in my present life. I did some soul searching. I have made a few change’s in my life for him, for me. It all work’s out for whomever the same.

Written: February 19, 2012 Sunday @ 9:27pm

Journal: It’s been 6 day’s since my last email to my Amore*. I expressed my past and how I had wished he would not have sympathy, but compassion for our friendship. I will stay true to our friendship, and will always love him. I will no longer email him as much as I have done. I don’t want to loose connection with him ever, but since (again, I have said) I had permanently marked his initial’s, which has a special meaning for my 1st tattoo. Showing that our soul’s had once bonded. I will carry this forever with me. I wrote my last email of truth, which he must know who I was in the past to see who and why I do thing’s in my present life. I did some soul searching. I have made a few change’s in my life for him, for me. It all work’s out for whomever the same.