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Somewhere between the longing and self-loathe, I find myself once again obsessing over words that were spoken freely at a time when I should have held back. I regret saying them to you, not because they were hurtful or superfluous or untrue. But because they were everything to me-- heart, pride, dignity, and soul when it meant nothing to you. I ( Read more... ) -
On memories
Something about the sound of rain falling makes memories more potent in their assault. There is melancholic irony in the coming alive of days past-- when beautiful stories of yesterday are the very reason for the agony of your heart today. Sometimes I wonder if remembrance of the good is really more difficult to let go. Posted via m.livejournal. ( Read more... ) -
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This feeling again. I wish things were different. I wish you made a different choice. Maybe I wish I never met you.
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Not good
Lord you have to make me well. This is starting to break my spirit. My heart is shaking with fear.
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Surgery sucks
So here i am stuck in bed wallowing in self-pity and dreariness. Coincidentally the last post was a product of overly-intense emotions brought upon by post-op trauma. Very much like today. What are the chances that today out of all days, i suddenly had the urge to open my LJ and write again? Why yes, almost five years later since that last post, i ( Read more... ) -
So I heard
“The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.” ~~Chuck Palahniuk