Constructive criticism is like a passive slap in the face. The only problem is is that most of us are more insulted by the soft tap than we are the reasons behind it. It's not ment to hurt litteraly, but it stings in its own dull way. Like a cramping muscle, all you have to do is stretch it out a bit to make the ache dissipate ( Read more... )

Brief update. I've been writing my songs again, playing and singing. Last week I cut a demo on music row. I don't care if that's as far as it goes. This is the renesance of my life and I am free. It's not all roses and posies, no, but I've learned to filter my pain and love into a more constructive form. For the first time in my life, I look at the ( Read more... )

04/01/11 - That was the end of my marriage. If there was something I could say to HIM it would be, "You were supposed to fight for me. FIGHT! Not just surrender. If I.......I.......Me, your wife, your soul mate, ever meant anything to you, you would've fought for me."

It still hurts, and I still hate. I hate those who hurt me. I feel betrayed. I ( Read more... )

So it's finally over....

I got the papers in the mail today. Just pieces of paper. Funny how it started with a piece of paper started this whole thing. It seems that it all went downhill from there.

I've done my best to move on but the pain still stings sometimes. Anger hits me in the chest and I feel a need to break something. All the people around ( Read more... )

I've moved past the sadness.........now I'm just pissed off. I hate you. I know you're still reading this, and maybe you should. I fucking hate you, but I hate myself even more for giving you power over me. No one will ever control me the way you did; even if that means I live alone for the rest of my life ( Read more... )

I've realized that knowing what you want and knowing what you need are two very different things ( Read more... )

Mortified, gutted, humiliated, terrified, angry, sad, suicidal ( Read more... )

In getting my life back together, the normal things begin to occur just like they do every year. I've subsequently gotten my first fall cold. I vowed to stay in bed and sweat it out, but this morning I was wakened by a knock at my door. This was not a half hearted tap, it was a persistent knock that refused to let up. To open my front door to the ( Read more... )

So today I learned the difference between a pharmacologist and a psychologist. Is this part of my life really necessary? pfft

It's been two weeks since I was released and the world seems to be so overwhelming to me now. I want quiet, and peace. But, alas living with four other people does not allow me to have such things.....it doesn't allow me to have a lot of things. I miss the freedom I used to have. I miss not feeling like a guest ( Read more... )