The awful stories. In my state of mind. How horrid. I suppose they are horrid be it any state of mind. I feel flighty and afraid.

and...

Is... the face... taken... I can't identify here....

... am I unable to be?

They are merely nightmares, right? Still, they need be no more.

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The nightmares need to end. I celebrate them not. I hold them not in remembrance.

Let's take happy meds and let the unwanted associations that are artificially chemically induced fade away. Start our bodies running and find ultimate pleasure in greeting and living our day. I would ask for a rub down and....

a common desire to leave hell far behind. Although many people experience a certain standard of living does not mean that I ( Read more... )

If I were to go away forever I would it to be a place where I am acknowledged and am able to exist as myself. I have to believe there is such a place where cruel mockery of myself is not in continuous motion.

I have no private enterprise nor place in general public where I am seen any differently from that of my abusers.

The general public and their harassment like to make light of the tragedy that I am.

Any edeavor I take seriously is nothing of the sort because I cannot make it so on my own.

I lack support, information, and the ability to live among society.

I can't care. Everytime I attempt to care about any given thing I am quickly reminded it is yet another ( Read more... )

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What has happened to me?!?!?! Have I ever actually existed as I thought I did. This is simply horrid. Whatever it is that is happening. All I get are voices in my head and tons of harassment. Why?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!!!!?!?