There’s a difference between starving yourself and knowing just how long you can go without eating. There’s a difference between insomnia and knowing how long you can go without sleeping. There’s a difference between suicidal tendencies and enjoying the feeling of something sharp, anything sharp, create friction against skin. Karen just wishes ( Read more... )

She unbuttoned her two sizes too big shirt despite not wanting to be there. Rory hated hospitals. She always had. She firmly believed that other than babies, nothing good ever came from them. She’d seen too many good, healthy people enter, and too few exit. Her mother didn’t make it when Rory was born so she was raised by her father, who hardly ( Read more... )

Sometimes it’s good to have someone not take you seriously. If you talk to someone you only see once a week about, say, running away, chances are they won’t believe you. You can discuss it without it being too vulnerable of a topic. Plus, if you talk to someone you only see once a week about running away, they probably won’t try to stop you. On the ( Read more... )

I found all my old Karen stories in their natural state, i.e. on napkins, or random scraps of paper. I've been wanting to put them all on the computer in one place. So I started with the one on the nearly destroyed napkin from about 3 years ago. And here they will all be. Because I don't know where else to display them. Some of you may have already ( Read more... )

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First. Thank you for trusting me. I love you, really I do ( Read more... )

I wish I could make all of you happy. I want to change your minds. About yourself. The way you handle the shitty situations life throws at you. Your level of self-consciousness. The way you deal with parental situations. I wish I could make you as happy as I think you deserve to be. Content with life, but never settling, and always acknowledging ( Read more... )

The paper that was my previous entry was due in my nonfiction class the 27th of February. I was going to turn it in today, because only one letter grade would have been deducted. I stayed up all night writing it and not enough time studying for my world geography midterm. I just got an email from my non fiction teacher saying that class today is ( Read more... )

The label "creative nonfiction" sets the reader down a path of expectations. I like to think of creative nonfiction as reality with room for embellishment. Although I thoroughly enjoy writing, I don't consider myself a writer. However, I do consider myself a reader. It doesn't take too much thought to write down the events that happen in a lifetime ( Read more... )

I went back and read posts from 2007. Oh how I've changed. SO much more easily adaptable, and stronger. I mentioned Jon Parker, and my attraction to him. How I wished he would just talk to me...lol. And now we're friends, just like I wanted :) I also mentioned Eddie. And we're still friends, just like I wanted :) I think it's good that I'm obsessed ( Read more... )