My current song . .

If I hadnt made me, I wouldve been made somehow
If I hadnt assembled myself, Id have fallen apart by now
If I hadnt made me, Id be more inclined to bow
Powers that be, would have swallowed me up
But thats more than I can allow
Bow, aww yeah

If you let them make you, theyll make you paper mache
At a distance youre strong, until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow away
If you let them f*ck you, there will be no fore-play
Rest assured, theyll screw you complete
Til your ass is blue and gray

You should make amends with you
If only for better health, better health
But if you really want to live
Why not try, and make yourself

Make yourself
Make yourself

If I hadnt made me, Id have fallen apart by now
I wont let them make me, its more than I can allow
So when I make me, I wont be paper mache
And if I f*ck me, Ill f*ck me my own way

Pow, f*ck me in my own way
Pow, f*ck me in my own way
Pow, f*ck me in my own way
I'll f*ck me in my own way

You should make amends with you
If only for better health, better health
But if you really want to live
Why not try, and make yourself

Make yourself
Make yourself
Make yourself
Make yourself

Make Yourself - Incubus



So still no word from H.
His phone says, "The user you have called temporary does not have service. Error Message (whatever)."

I will answer you Amy . . already did actually. . . I called to see if he was just still on the road or if he was turning tail again.
As many times as he has done this . . . I should know EVERY sign along the road.

So yup . . . . once again . . . .

I am GOOD at letting myself get played.
I wonder if I'll ever reach the no more point?
Do you think any of us here ever do?
Or will I honestly sit here for years waiting for this "man" to come back?
If he called in two weeks and wanted to come "home" again . . I'd tell him to come visit . . . is that stupid?

I ALWAYS say, "If I'm going to screw up I'm taking it ALL the way." I guess this is NO different.
I'm willing to go the WHOLE way into f-up land just to see this sucker through.

September 11 is my conference date for the support. I asked a friend if she could see about getting the day off and taking me. So then my parents could watch the girls and I feel it would be MUCH less stressful that way.
She's looking into it for me.

This is wonderful. It's a rainy gray day . . and I'm going to wonder all day if he's going to show up or not.
GRRRRRR. . . .
I'm actually pretty darn angry.
He probably got his support papers lastnight when he got home and got so p*ssed off he decide to say F her!
Oh well . . . .

What can I do? My hands are literally tied here!