Love Like Winter.

It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love, I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my war.
From years before, from years before.

The days are getting shorter, and the temperature is dropping. With this, every year, my mood changes. It’s odd, it’s like someone has put a veil over my eyes marked “winter mood”. I suppose it’s just me feeling the changes in everything.  Today I’m sitting at my computer, fiddling with random websites and wondering what that boy is doing at work, wondering if the trip to Wisconsin will be cold.  I shall forego the Christmas travel traffic, and the cold, biting weather of Wisconsin in December to see this man, let him be worth something. Oh please, oh please let him be worth something.

Love

Just Jo Ann

Momma Was An Opium Smoker.

[Picture is of me, by me. Use As you please!]

What’s the use in sighing?
What’s the use in crying
If he’s wandered off the track?
‘Cause if your kisses won’t hold the man you love Then your tears won’t bring him back

Might as well be cheerful
There’s no use being tearful
If he’s given you the sack
‘Cause if your kisses won’t hold the man you love
Then your tears won’t bring him back

I find myself in love with Rasputina, if you have never listened to them, you should. Amazing mix of classical sounds with words that burn into your mind.

Saw The Bastard, My Words Were Sharp As A Blade. Told him he was a fucking bastard, angered him, he left in an angered hurry. Tasha saw him, he said he was done with me, she said he’d been done for a while. I hope he finds happiness in life. Poor, confused, immature child.

Prospective boyfriend in Wisconsin. Twenty One, stable, good job. Two cars. An apartment of his own. Romanticism at his very core. He’s what I’ve been looking for.

I am planning a trip in December to fly and see him. Perhaps this is the one I’ve been looking for, and just when I stopped he crashed into me like a wall.  We’ll see where this goes.

I fear I can no longer handle being depressed, so I’m forcing happiness, fuck being sad, it’s not worth it.

Pierced my nose. Looks fantastic, feel like a new person. More piercings to come.

I hope my dear friend Mike finds life coming as easily as I do, soon. Lord knows he deserves it. Such a kind soul dealt a shitty hand.

School is fine. Life is fine. This boy is wooing me.

Forget All The Things You Knew,

We’ll Make A Very Good Girl Out Of You.

LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE,

Just Jo Ann.

All I Can Ever Be To You Is The Darkness That We Know.

This Regret I Got Accustomed To.

One of my close friends today said something that really made sense to me.  It’s easy to be sad, to be depressed.  When you’ve been that way for so long it’s comfortable to you.  Happy people are the truly unique ones because to be happy is a hard thing in the world today.  Had a bad day today, but my retainers for the piercings I’m getting arrived, so that made my day better.

Classy Assy Full and Sassy

Miss Jo Ann.

Reinvention.

The New Jo Ann, as people so adamantly name her, has decided to take life into her own hands, her life specifically, and handling it delicately perhaps she can right it and build it back to the thriving thing it once was.  Nursing her life back to health is her top most priority. New Jo Ann is drinking nothing but water, and takes a vitamin for physical improvement of her nails, hair, and skin. It also contains collagen, but it’s not like she needs that! Today she walked two and a half miles, and Saturday she walked about three.  Exercising and eating healthy is amazing, but she didn’t realize this before.  Music still keeps her going, and her life is filled with it. She has the best friends a person could have and they are SO supportive. School is going fine, and she hopes to make good grades, despite her low GPA from the previous year. Life is going to be amazing from here on out, and she can feel it in every particle of her being.

Third Person Narrated.

Just Jo Ann

The Bastard Strikes Again.

I Was Never Yours, You Were Never Mine, We Were Never Us.

[Image Is BENGiZ from DA]

I’m Not In Love, In Fact I Can’t Seem To Stop Falling Out

I contacted The Bastard, telling him I wished I could still talk to him openly.  He replied today, asking why it was awkward. I told him I felt too many emotions for him, told him I felt he was thoroughly done with me, never cared about me.  We’ve been talking for about an hour now, maybe two.  He’s told me in that time that he doesn’t even see why it was necessary to break up, tells me he’d like to hang out, misses me a little.  This is such bullshit, I’ve been utterly miserable for months, and I think this conversation we’re having is helping me to get over him.  Sorry mother fucker.  I say that, and yet I can’t help but still feel something toward him.  A friendship with him would be nice, no romantic feelings attached. He asks if I’m dating anyone, and it makes my heart jump.

What a Bastard.

Just Jo Ann

Refuses to be in love.