moving with precision, suffocation ( Read more... )

Happiness has little to do with life. Satisfaction is what we're all searching for.

No longer a friend, not yet a stranger.

I'm thinking that it would be nice to feel, for once, that I belong somewhere. I suppose I'm thinking this because tomorrow evening I will be surrounded by people I'd rather not see, pretending to be someone I'm not, living a life that I don't. Why am I even going? Because I really have no choice ( Read more... )

What a child will believe.

Mum has temporarily stopped hating me ( Read more... )

I smell blood.

My mother now wants me to "thank" my father for "protecting" me on New Years. I can't even imagine processing that notion. Why the fuck would I thank my father? For demonstrating primitive, undeveloped and immature behavior? For endangering my life and the life of my best friend? For making me beg for his life? For traumatizing me and being ( Read more... )

I almost feel like traumatizing events leave me with a desperate desire to change. It's like, I make my way down a certain path, something happens, I can't sleep for a day or two, and then I do everything in my power to switch onto a path that's completely different from the one I was just on. This constant running from everything...I wonder ( Read more... )

Mum: And I told her that the reason you're aren't pregnant or even having sex yet is because when you first began menstruating, I sat down with you and gave you that whole sex education talk...you know, how boys are all dirty whores.