pepsi in a can

I think that I am becoming totally addicted to Open Diary. I find myself on it for hours and hours–reading other people’s diaries, and wanting to constantly write in mine. That’s a good thing, right? Writing has gotten me through alot of stress in my life–got a problem? Write it out. Like I said before, I could have worse addictions, right?

Today I posted 3 poems that I have written….

I also talked to the lady at the jewelry store where I am ordering my ring…….the sample setting is there, so I can go and look at it tomorrow and see if I like it. I am totally obsessing on the ring (did I mention that I am a little obsessive-compulsive?) It feels like my happiness depends on whether and when I can get that ring. But it’s always been that way. I feel intense want and knowing that "it" will make me happy, but once I get it, the happiness only lasts for a few moments. Does that make me shallow? Probably. Material things mean alot to me. When I was a child, nothing was my own. My mother went through my things, broke my things, read my letters and journals. So, yeah, material things mean something to me…they are indirectly saying that I have something that nobody can take away from me. Does that make any sense?

So, anyway, let me ruminate a little more on what I want to write about, and I’ll be back later.

~Kat