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I'm very happy. I've learned that I can control how valuable people/things are. When they are hurting me, I can make things less valuable and therefore less threatening to me. When things are going well I can make it quite valuable and increase my happiness. I'm not sure yet if it's good to manipulate value like that. -
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they show each other the darkest parts of themselves without fearing that the other will run away screaming for the hills -
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Changing your life is very different than changing your outlook. -
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Stillness
I need to learn to stay still. -
The Sky
At my house in Brownsville there was a huge Best Western built behind my house. It imposed on our space by our sheer size and the rinky dink fence between us provided no privacy whatsoever. I was washing dishes in the kitchen and was looking at the hotel from the kitchen windows while Mirannda played with something outside on the picnic table. It ( Read more... ) -
Unstable home environment
I miss the clarity. Things used to be so clear and interpretable. Everything is so hazy; my goals, my purpose, my sense of self. My emotions are the hardest to decipher. It's hard to figure out why I feel a certain way. And everytime I try and explain why it just all feels like excuses. I try hard to not care and just have fun; it's not working. I ( Read more... ) -
Fear
"Don't let fear take control. Use it as a motor. It takes practice. Put yourself into a situation where you're scared stiff. First there's panic. But after a while, the body's self-protection system kicks in. You do things you never dared. You overcome your limitations. You believe you can do anything." -
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Never grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be. -
The Murderer
My Grandma was a victim of the murderer on a rampage across the city. Immediately my Dad and I ran to her and began to ask her what happened. She was in a fancy bathroom, alone, when all of a sudden this man in black from head to toe came in with a gun pointed at her. My Grandma was oddly calm and just simply asked him what he wanted from her. ( Read more... )