Hmm... what can I talk about... oh yes, today is Homecoming! I'm a senior in High School, and the homecoming game is tonight! I get to sing the national anthem for the game. *grins* Wish me luck! ♥
*clambers into your shirt and refuses to leave* =\
You're so warm and caring... have I ever told you what a wonderfully considerate and just honest-to-God good person you are?
Oooh! You'll sing so beautifully! I should know... I have mp3s to prove it. Best of luck to you!! And I'm sorry I've been such a shitty LJ friend. You guys mean more to me than you know, but I'm fuck-all shit at showing it. =\
I sang it well. I was a little shaky at one point, because I'd has an asthma attack earlier in the day and was dumb and didn't bring my inhaler, but it was still good.
You're not a shitty friend! We all understand that things happen. Really. :) *cuddles*
I deal with death and dying day in and day out but I can't seem to quite get used to it and I don't think I ever will.
You've said this before and I wish I could do something to ease the suffering you're experiencing. I know a lot of people who go into the "caring" kinds of fields are people who feel so/too much and they end up getting hurt because they can't help everyone. It's a fault but, in my eyes at least, a much needed one. Too much empathy is better than complete apathy.
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And then I think that maybe I'm just being weak and I don't need guidance because certainly I've been through worse it's just... hard to remember when.I constantly think about going back to therapy -- and I'm studying to be a psychologist. Funny, no? =) If I had insurance that would cover it -- with me being able to choose who I wanted to go see -- then I would be on it like white on rice. Unfortunately, I don't think that going to a Union Therapist with a maximum of nine times would be very beneficial to me. I figure that I'll just keep
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If your mom won't rat on your brother, you should. This is coming from an ex-addict to boot. The best thing I ever did was distance myself from my drug friends. Moving back to Jersey and back with my parents and ripping up all the numbers I knew - and forcing myself to unlearn them from memory as well because I have a memory that loves numbers - was one of the hardest things I ever did. If I hadn't, I'd probably be dead or on the streets. A cliche - true - but I was headed down that street far too quickly. If my parents had had any idea back then, I know they would have either entered me into rehab or called the police on me if I evaded rehab. At the time I would have hated them, but it would have been the best thing for me at the time. Oxycontin is fun - believe me! - but it is basically legal heroin and it is verrrrrrrrrry! addictive. If he isn't already addicted to it, he will be soon and the DTs for that suck
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Quick recap on me:Found a boy that tried to force the lesbian out of me with his intelligence and good looks without him even knowing it. I fell. Hard. But, I'm recovering. Still a bit in that lovey place when it comes to him but it's unrequited and will always be and I must move on
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You... you are one of the most gorgeous, witty, intriguing, knowing, friend-worthy people I have ever met on the internet (and anywhere else when it comes down to it
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It would be nice to drop off and pick up and basically share our agonies with each other. And while we can't... just the thought that you wish there was a way makes me feel rather emotional. Thank you ever so. <3
I'm sorry rain saw fit to see what was going on in your house by prying in through the roof rather than taking peeks through the window. Also, I think your wallpaper is a STD-ridden whore for taking joy in insulting your extraordinarily good taste. But there's a certain amount of joy in tearing down the ugly and sporting the pretty, no? =)
I'm also incredibly giddy to hear that you're writing again. Your fiction makes my day thrice over. <3
Oooh, nooo... DDR... even thinking about typing its whole name out makes me feel exhausted... much less actually playing that crack-injected bastard son of Richard Simmons. ...I really like that game. =D
Ah! And your friend doesn't live too terribly far away from me. Oh so small world. <3
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Wow, you do have a heck of a lot on your plate atm, don't you? It's no wonder you're feeling stressed. Being a carer is hard work at the best of times, but with all this other stuff as well, it's a lot to cope with.
And no, you're not selfish for being happy that your loved one is with you rather than someone else. There are limits to altruism!
You certainly don't come across as stupid - as for damaged, well I don't know enough about your past, but having been hurt/traumatised in the past doesn't mean you're doomed to repeat it.
I hope the black cloud has lifted a bit. Hang on in there. *sends a hug* (And sorry for not replying sooner)
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and yay! for love!
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*love for your icon as always* <3
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yay for human contact!
*snuggles*
Hmm... what can I talk about... oh yes, today is Homecoming! I'm a senior in High School, and the homecoming game is tonight! I get to sing the national anthem for the game. *grins* Wish me luck! ♥
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You're so warm and caring... have I ever told you what a wonderfully considerate and just honest-to-God good person you are?
Oooh! You'll sing so beautifully! I should know... I have mp3s to prove it. Best of luck to you!! And I'm sorry I've been such a shitty LJ friend. You guys mean more to me than you know, but I'm fuck-all shit at showing it. =\
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*laughs* I'm glad you think so, love. *blushes*
I sang it well. I was a little shaky at one point, because I'd has an asthma attack earlier in the day and was dumb and didn't bring my inhaler, but it was still good.
You're not a shitty friend! We all understand that things happen. Really. :) *cuddles*
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Ugh. I used to have asthma when I was little... that is a whole bag of no-fun. =\ I'm glad you did well and that you had fun! =)
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You've said this before and I wish I could do something to ease the suffering you're experiencing. I know a lot of people who go into the "caring" kinds of fields are people who feel so/too much and they end up getting hurt because they can't help everyone. It's a fault but, in my eyes at least, a much needed one. Too much empathy is better than complete apathy.
&hearts
And then I think that maybe I'm just being weak and I don't need guidance because certainly I've been through worse it's just... hard to remember when.I constantly think about going back to therapy -- and I'm studying to be a psychologist. Funny, no? =) If I had insurance that would cover it -- with me being able to choose who I wanted to go see -- then I would be on it like white on rice. Unfortunately, I don't think that going to a Union Therapist with a maximum of nine times would be very beneficial to me. I figure that I'll just keep ( ... )
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Quick recap on me:Found a boy that tried to force the lesbian out of me with his intelligence and good looks without him even knowing it. I fell. Hard. But, I'm recovering. Still a bit in that lovey place when it comes to him but it's unrequited and will always be and I must move on ( ... )
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I'm sorry rain saw fit to see what was going on in your house by prying in through the roof rather than taking peeks through the window. Also, I think your wallpaper is a STD-ridden whore for taking joy in insulting your extraordinarily good taste. But there's a certain amount of joy in tearing down the ugly and sporting the pretty, no? =)
I'm also incredibly giddy to hear that you're writing again. Your fiction makes my day thrice over. <3
Oooh, nooo... DDR... even thinking about typing its whole name out makes me feel exhausted... much less actually playing that crack-injected bastard son of Richard Simmons. ...I really like that game. =D
Ah! And your friend doesn't live too terribly far away from me. Oh so small world. <3 ( ... )
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And no, you're not selfish for being happy that your loved one is with you rather than someone else. There are limits to altruism!
You certainly don't come across as stupid - as for damaged, well I don't know enough about your past, but having been hurt/traumatised in the past doesn't mean you're doomed to repeat it.
I hope the black cloud has lifted a bit. Hang on in there. *sends a hug*
(And sorry for not replying sooner)
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I'm sorry, I was feeling a bit.... well, everything, when I posted. I usually don't take things quite so hard, but... it felt good to get out.
And good to hear from you!
I'm so sorry I've been away for so long... I hope everything in your life is going well. *huggles to your chest*
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Sometimes it helps just to write it all out, doesn't it?
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*rubs against your icon because she's kinda h0r-ish that way* ^_~
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