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but I couldn't kick the grin from when you'd gone and kissed me quickly in the kitchen
I'm 28 weeks along now - I assume we all knew that when I said "I'll keep this updated" three months ago it was pretty much bullshit ( Read more... ) -
I want to give you something I've been wanting to give to you for years: my heart.
Hey Jess, why have you:
* Stopped drinking coffee?
* Stopped coming out to eat?
* Stopped drinking?
* Started sleeping all the time?
* Been really vague and nonsensical?
A photographic essay:
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scream when captured, arch your back, let this whole town hear your knuckles crack
Every time I think about posting to livejournal I think "I have to catch up on the last X years" and the larger X becomes the more intimidating it is.
Here's a brief overview of the last several years:
Went from living on my own to sharehousing a lot (noteable mentions include bloodied_angel7, rhyannonf, cheshire_bitten, muizarts and anodynos as Housemates Willing To Put Up With My Shit ( Read more... ) -
This coma kiss is infinite, and I may take your tongue if you stay.
Epilim (depakote), avanza (remeron), xanax, rivotril (klonopin), stilnox (ambien ( Read more... ) -
he said, "this is probably the worst decision that i've ever made"
I have yet to come up with a suitable metaphor for borderline personality disorder, but it's a bit like this: you're stuck on a rollercoaster in the dark and you can't get off. Sometimes it's alright, smooth sailing even, but even when things seem calm there's still that knot of tension preparing for the next big thing. Anything can set it off, ( Read more... ) -
For your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
I feel, sometimes, that I am doomed to fade into obscurity, and that frightens me. I'm not so big on attention and thus am relegated to the role as the Best Friend, the sidekick, the mother figure, the bit on the side. Honestly I don't mind so much but I wonder that when I die anyone will remember me, and what for? If I were prettier, smarter, more ( Read more... ) -
I hum myself to misery and wish these words against my pillow: "I will try not to lose control".
The last 2 months have been so amazingly, aggressively awful that I am not sure where to start. A slow slip-slide back into depression and agrophobia and feeling like I'm so crazy I might actually crawl out of my own skin, my baby sister screaming and crying on the other end of a phone while I debate having her put into a psych ward and later ( Read more... ) -
I hope the worst isn't over, I hope you blink before I do and I hope I never get sober.
I find myself taking a sick pleasure in being hurt/disappointed because it means that I was right all along. -
She knew about those wooden boys, it's an empty love to fill the void.
Comfortable, safe, content vs. exciting, passionate, dramatic.
Discuss.
