I wish I could say something that would help you feel better, but I know that words are never nearly enough. All I can say is that I know how you feel, and I hope that you find some comfort soon. I know you don't know me, but I care.
Don't not wake up, Bri. I care. I really do. You are one of 3 that are my link to sanity. You just need to find your balance, that's all. You are missing something on your teeter totter of life. Remember that there must always be a balance of good and evil. If that balance is disrupted, your mind breaks and you go insane. Take a breather, then go find your balance. (Damn, sounds like some star wars shit, don't it?) -Pixie
I love you. You are wonderful. I'm sorry I haven't been around as much as I used to be but know that you can talk to me anytime you want to and I'm always willing to listen and talk back if you want (I can not talk back if you want that too). We all feel like this at one point or another and God knows that I have all the freaking time, but know that people do care about you =)
Well, to the extent that internet personalities mean much, if anything at all, what is it? What drives you to make this entry, Bri? Tell me, please think hard about it and tell me what exactly it is. It's not a feeling foreign to me, but since I have children, it's always been a cinch to decide to stay; plus, I got hope, too.
Seriously, though, tell me, so you can tell yourself, and look at it from the outside. I don't discount it, not one bit, and so you don't needa apologize, of course.
Anything I say, or could say, in response to these things you've said, will only be another lie inside your head, so I won't go down that same road of futility upon which you travel each moment of your life. I'm outside, looking inside, I have that advantage, or disadvantage, while you have the horrible benefit of being inside, looking out.
So, look outside at this. For giggles, while you writhe and agonize, fill some dead time between the noise by reading, if you have not yet, The Secret Language of Eating Disorders : How You Can Understand and Work to Cure Anorexia and Bulimia by Peggy Claude-Pierre
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I hate when I have a thought and want to precede it with, "I don't know why but..."
That... thank you. Even if I don't know what I'm thanking you for.
Blame the incessant insanity or me running off no sleep since some time maybe yesterday or Tuesday... or some time... I do not know... I can't remember time right now... The gnawing need to stay awake forever mixed with the need (not physical, mind you) to sleep... God I don't know.
Forgive the haziness.
It meant something to me. What you wrote. I thank you kindly for taking the time.
Things are so soft even if only edges are white and the middle buzzes way too loudly. For things to be so something... It's the realization of one decent that seems so soft. Knowing of nothing to change the course.
I have nothing to offer to make you feel differently. But I want you to know, that I feel the same. Almost exactly the same as what you've said in that entry. ♥ xxx
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-Pixie
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<3,
Penny
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Seriously, though, tell me, so you can tell yourself, and look at it from the outside. I don't discount it, not one bit, and so you don't needa apologize, of course.
Mark
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Anything I say, or could say, in response to these things you've said, will only be another lie inside your head, so I won't go down that same road of futility upon which you travel each moment of your life. I'm outside, looking inside, I have that advantage, or disadvantage, while you have the horrible benefit of being inside, looking out.
So, look outside at this. For giggles, while you writhe and agonize, fill some dead time between the noise by reading, if you have not yet, The Secret Language of Eating Disorders : How You Can Understand and Work to Cure Anorexia and Bulimia by Peggy Claude-Pierre ( ... )
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That... thank you.
Even if I don't know what I'm thanking you for.
Blame the incessant insanity or me running off no sleep since some time maybe yesterday or Tuesday... or some time... I do not know... I can't remember time right now... The gnawing need to stay awake forever mixed with the need (not physical, mind you) to sleep... God I don't know.
Forgive the haziness.
It meant something to me.
What you wrote.
I thank you kindly for taking the time.
Things are so soft even if only edges are white and the middle buzzes way too loudly.
For things to be so something...
It's the realization of one decent that seems so soft. Knowing of nothing to change the course.
Thank you.
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But I want you to know, that I feel the same.
Almost exactly the same as what you've said in that entry.
♥ xxx
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