I'm in love with the world at every single second.

My grandmother passed away approximately 40 minutes ago, at 7:00 am.

I don't fucking believe this. I'm flaring. The malar rash is strong on my face, and its warm to the touch, which always only happens when I flare.
I am glad, though. If it weren't for the changes I had started to make, I'd already be dead. I can hold on, I think, just long enough to beat this, I hope.

In this dance, I have learned nothing. We continue on, and I have still learned nothing.

How hard can I push when I can't even sleep. This will likely be the most difficult week of the semester for me, and I just need to try and get through it, and I might just be okay. Come on, don't give out on my now.

I'm in Chino, but really just for today so I can get a new monitor for my computer, to get my mother's sewing machine, and for my dad to sign my financial aid paperwork. So, I'm busy busy. However, my father mentioned to me about Kimberly, one of his co-workers that I like, and how her son was GATE tested and his results were nearly identical to ( Read more... )

I faced this fear in the name of progress, and so I've become vulnerable, for me for you. Don't hurt this vessel, :(, it is fragile, and will shatter.

You make it clear when I look into the mirror, and almost recognize myself again. Feeling returns, life returns to me, to the source. And it only took a little bit of re-wiring my brain, and time. Oh, the time. Things only go up, but this time not because I rest at the bottom, quite inert. But because it's the obvious solution.

Yahoo webcam lovers, they'll never have any idea.

My heart is beating, what is this disaster inside? Flashbacks of another time, all of these lines are running along, never crossing, never crossing, but they are all the same... This inside must not be purged, but this feeling is unreal, and I do not understand it. What word is there for this in English, I can't think of one ( Read more... )