I would never post what I actually wrote here in the beginning. Because you would hate me. Or at least be hurt. So I'm keeping my thoughts to myself and that's a damn good thing for all of us.

She was right when she said, "We're really sick people. We have the personalities of an alcoholic, but I wouldn't tell anybody that." 
So we're sick. So what. It's freaking awful, that's what. I want to escape into reality so badly my chest is heavy as I type this. As a diversion to reality, I busy myself with meaningless activities so I won't have ( Read more... )

If you tell me you like "My Humps" by The Black Eyed Peas, I WILL hit you. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't find out. You may vomit.

There are times when I wonder what is going on. I can either a)freak out and have a nervous breakdown or b)trust God because He's good and loves me and protects me.

I think option B is better all the way around, so that's what I choose.

SO THERE.

help me i'm dying in the library...ahhhh!

I am so frustrated by all of these decisions I have to make. I'm scared. Scared to make the wrong decision. Scared to do what I want. The past two weeks have been an absolute nightmare, and I don't think I could have gotten through them, wihtout someone very amazing that's been with me through it all. And that is (drum roll, please) God. Holy cow, ( Read more... )

Very rarely do I pull true all-nighters...I usually get at least a few hours of sleep. Not today...er, tonight...this morning...whatever. Apparently, there was a study group for Shakespeare last night. Too bad I had so much crap to do that I had to miss it. As long as I don't miss my 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I should be fine.

Work is crazy. I ( Read more... )

How to make a Rebekah Woodson
Ingredients:

5 parts pride

1 part silliness

3 parts joy
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Serve with a slice of lovability and a pinch of salt. Yum!

Personality cocktail
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I remember the first time we touched. The sky was clear. You could see the waning gibbous moon shining its bright night light towards our end of  the earth.

It was dark outside and it had just rained. We were across the street from my house, in an elementary school parking lot. Dirt had been washed into the sagging edge of the parking lot. We were ( Read more... )

I'll tell you what's real

my burning eyes and scaly fingers

my mascara stained tears flowing down my cheeks

my testimony of thriving

Because it’s more than survival

and I can prove it

but not concretely

but back to my story

& what’s real

my dry contact that ( Read more... )