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Next time I'll be braver
I am alive.
I need to figure out how to get back into school.
I have a lot of worries about that.
I also have a lot of worries about my current job.
I want to move home with my mum.
I am an adult and I cannot do that.
My life will be better by the time I'm 30.
It has to be.
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A little on writing.
I have been so very busy lately, and, more importantly, I feel like I don't have anything of value to say. That's basically why I've stopped writing here. I used to have sadness and thoughts and things and now it just seems pointless to me, and difficult. I think that's why I stoped writing poetry so long ago-I didn't run out of sadness, I ran ( Read more... ) -
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I know it doesn't matter, and I know nobody really, truly cares.
But I am very sad, and very angry. -
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I just want to know how things with my coworkers/friends seem to be getting exponentially more ridiculous every day. Are they TRYING to make sure that I never talk to them again? 'Cause for serious, it's getting to that point. -
Moving home!
I got offered a job.
Breath of fresh air.
I am moving home. -
What I have learned about home
I know now that you must fashion a home for yourself no matter where you are, as no one else will do it for you. And you must fill it with the things that make you happy; for me, it’s books, movies, blankets and pictures. It is a reminder of good times, and a comfort for bad ones. It must be somewhere that you can always return in times ( Read more... ) -
rest in peace.
Logan died on Friday. He would have been 14 in April.
My mother said she heard some noises at 4 a.m. Friday morning, and got up to check. It was Logan, and he couldn't stand. His legs wouldn't work. And then he just decided to lay down. And then he never got back up again.
She called me at 8 am EST, as I was on my way to work. I had about 10 ( Read more... )