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September 29, 2010
Random things I wrote down in the weeks before moving to Florida. Not necessarily true now, but I like to remember where I was ( Read more... ) -
12/13
One of the worst things is to have a person deny your own feelings and experiences.
I WAS molested, and just because there was alcohol involved doesn't make it my fault.
I feel like you denying my life pushed me backwards umpteenth spaces. I have fought so hard for acceptance of it myself, I never realized others would question me. -
no more.
i don't want to cut myself, and i don't want to die. i hate the part of my brain that persists with those thoughts. no, really, i am okay. i just hate my sometimes-warped thought processes. they do not get the better of me, but i hate their presence nonetheless ( Read more... ) -
In this moment
I am so unhappy and stressed out. I'm tired of planning and worrying over my future. I want to focus on now. I can't be fucking perfect all the time, especially with no fucking support system. I am setting myself up for failure, but I am the only one seeing this ( Read more... ) -
An Excerpt from Erin Tyler
I feel like Sisyphus, you know? That mythical dude who spent eternity pushing a boulder up a hill, only to have it roll back down? 'Cept the boulder is my loved ones, all my ex boyfriends, the majority of my friends, pretty much every personal relationship I've ever had compacted into one extremely heavy, selfish, worthless boulder that berates and ( Read more... ) -
09/08/09
it is nice to feel needed.
i feel as if i am drifting. -
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my heart hurts. -
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I had a random encounter with one of my exes the other day. I didn't mind this much as my thoughts on him are concrete, and I know that if he said anything inappropriate, I could tell him to fuck off and not give a thought to the consequences. K is back in the area, and I'm terrified for whatever reason of running into him. My feelings towards him ( Read more... ) -
lyrics
How ironic it all seems because I remember you telling me ( Read more... ) -
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I went to California to visit some friends, and while there, we went to a house party. I met a guy named Lewis and talked to him for most of the night. Our discussion turned to drug use, laughing and sharing stories of stupid things we'd done in the past. While I used substances as a coping mechanism, I always found it amazing that I dropped them ( Read more... )