Who I was, who I am. It's all a whirlwind of dreams where death is meaningless and time irrelavant. - I wrote that a long time ago. I kinda forgot about it until now. I went on this OLD forum I had joined a long time ago. It's something that holds a lot of meaning to me. As we all know, my life hasn't been the easiest drop of the bucket, though ( Read more... )

Humble, My Asshole=that sweet boy who said sweet things in your thread ( Read more... )

So right now I'm quite dependant upon Zantac. Zantac is a medicine that I am depending upon to help deal with my chest pains. Sometimes I need advil/I.B.Profum to help. I got to invovled with my friend's lives. I've been tore to shreads by so much. I can't do it anymore. So I've done quite a bit of backing out of things. But it's done it's ( Read more... )

I went to the ER on Friday, I got out of school as mother rushed me to the ER. All it was was chest pains, a heaviness of the chest, my hands gone tingly and numb, and shortness of breath. My EKG checked fine. So I'm guessing it was the emotions, because as I was having this 'episode'/'attack' I got really depressed and wanted to cry for not ( Read more... )

All around, life just sucks right now. I'm not going into what, but... It's enough pain to leave me a walking zombie. I can't sleep, eat, or drink. All I can do is feel my pain. All I can do is continue to shake violently...and have fits like that. Thankfully I'm not under one now, but I will probably go under another one soon. All I can do ( Read more... )

My emotions are back, woohoo. Like....they were there, but I couldn't feel them in full perception...and omg, they are so intense and sometimes nearly intoxicating. It also comes with its difficulties and struggles. But I'm facing up to the worst of it. Ah well, I can handle it ^^.

I've been gone for the past two weeks for vacation. It...was...uh...not so hot as I hoped it would be. In some spots it was fun. But I spent it sick with whatever gets me to tucker out so easily and then on top of that, I got sick with whatever my sister got. Then I find out my sister got what she had from me, but it was incubating for weeks ( Read more... )

Sugar=drug. Sugar is a drug. Sugar is my drug. I'm suffering from withdrawl. It's send me up and down. Mostly down. I feel really bad, I went all depressive manic on love. I didn't mean and I've done everything to deep out all the emotional bad stuff from it. I don't want him dealing with all the time. But this time I went all depressive ( Read more... )

Things are beginning to look up, mostly. My sis is getting better and out of the hospital (didn't mention that). I'm going on vacation soon. I no longer have to take my lyme disease medicine ( Read more... )

ahahaha! it got me right again *rolls her eyes* .....


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