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I am worried that Monday was my last chance to ever make things right again. I could of, should of, smiled and laughed and enjoyed the moment at hand but I didn't. As I wrapped my arms around, taking in your scent, I let tears run down my face. You said, "Be happy Brettni, be happy" and I didn't listen, I couldn't listen ( Read more... ) -
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I'm feeling optimistic today.
Everything seems to be falling into place. I'm excited for all that the future holds for me. And I'm extremely happy that I've started writing again. This is my release. And as ridiculous as it sounds, at time this journal keeps me balanced. So right now, I am optimistic and I am happy and I am ready to take on today -
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In a sense, I feel like I am reliving the past ( Read more... ) -
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I want to return to the place and time when I was capable of writing every night. There were no restraints holding me back from expressing my thoughts and ideas and emotions. In those days, I was overwhelmed with both happiness and sadness. There were moments where I felt like I was going to explode from joy and moments where I felt as though I was ( Read more... ) -
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In my final hours of being seventeen years old, I have decided two things.
1. I am ready and able to face the impending challenges of turning eighteen, finishing high school and going to college.
2. I am ready to let go of all past mistakes, regrets and disappointments no matter how long they have been plaguing me or how much they hurt.
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Death in a Heart Shaped Box
I am only torturing myself. I read every word I can, absorb all the meaning, and then ignore the stabbing pain in my chest. I know that there is anger, frustration, disappointment and fear laying quietly beneath everything you see and everything I see. I know it is there but I can't feel it, I can't see it and I don't want to believe it. This is ( Read more... )