I was writng but that isnt what I really prefer... As I was saying ( Read more... )

I have serious issues ( Read more... )

I guess you can call this anxiety. Paranoia? Maybe..I mean.. Whatever it is I dont like it ( Read more... )

At this point in my life I thought Id be something different. Well apparently I am.. But it goes way fucking deeper than that. I wanted to be a mom, a wife, living life on my own terms. Ive gotten to do all those things. Yet Ive failed at it all and have turned into a monster as Jon says. I am a fucking monster. Ive lost everything but my boyfriend ( Read more... )

I keep telling myself that I just want to go home.. Home is a feeling, not a place. I get that feeling sometimes.. LIke when I start feeling safe again. I feel like I'm losing myself. On top of losing everything else.  I spend all of my time with Jon.. yet I feel so alone. Not because Im phsically alone, but because in my head I am alone. I'm not ( Read more... )

It always seems lke whenever nI find someone worth tearing my wall down for, there's always some kind of catch. Whether it be they don't really have any interest in me, they are using me to get drugs, or to get closer to one of my friends... I mean.. Why not continue this shit ( Read more... )

Ahhh

Lol here's mine that you will never read.
Who cares anyway.

It's a sigh of relief not having ti try and make you happy anymore

Everything that's hard to say about me.

My first memory in life. We lived on Woodward. I remember being a baby, but i was walking. The little girl from next door was playing in my room with me. She was maybe 8. When we were left alone she would molest me. I remember every detail from every time it happened.

We moved across the street from my ( Read more... )

Walking through this life As I know it
Doing whatever I see fit
Trying to find a better way
To keep my mind from going astray
Some things can be distracting
Its mostly wrong,  but attracting
Though every story ends the same
I keep on going with no shame
Continue smiling and pretending
The pain inside is never-ending
Waste most your life And self medicate
Don ( Read more... )

I don't want to let go.
Things are not okay.
But me being me, isn't enough for you.
Im not enough for anyone..
Will I ever be?
I've always had this feeling..
It sucks..

That was something I had written a few days ago but not posted...

I do that all the time.