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tired.
i'm sick now. i am...mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. i take the GRE on friday, and i'm completely underprepared. i am looking at quantitative reasoning prep work that makes me want to keel over. i don't know how to do all of this at once. i don't know how to feel this sick and study and rock it and keep shining on when my heart ( Read more... ) -
the fault in our stars
i feel so empty. everything is a reminder of some cherished time that has now gone. i miss those past good times, certainly, but what i am grieving more for is the loss of the opportunity to make more. i know i'll be happy again. i know i will love again, and that it'll be good. but nothing's ever going to be falling asleep next to him and waking ( Read more... ) -
fucked.
everything's fucked. logan and i broke up last night, and now i get to spend the rest of my life without my soulmate. where's the mercy in that. -
down by the riverside
I think I'm getting back to my roots. Life has been very difficult for me as of late, but I think I'm learning to deal with everything. The birth control they have me on has been giving me these crazy mood swings -- I've switched, so hopefully that will be better. My doctor's first suggestion was to talk about "mood stabilizers." Anti-depressants ( Read more... ) -
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i want to be important enough. i shouldn't have to convince you to stay. if you love me, then love me and be with me. sometimes you have to make things black and white, you have to make a choice for your life. i just want to be in love with you. don't make me stop. -
postscript.
maybe it's not good to speak in anger. sometimes i count to ten, twenty, fifty, one hundred, and i am still angry. maybe that's a problem. i've spent so much time regulating my own emotions (feel this, don't feel this, you may be feeling this, but you know it's wrong.) i need to either apologize less or more. maybe i need to stop apologizing for ( Read more... ) -
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I'm going to be happy in this life. Whatever it takes. -
please keep repeating.
I am stronger than I look. I am stronger than I look. -
times, they are a-changing
I'm lying in bed next to a beautiful boy. The window's open, and the birds are singing. Loudly, but it's pretty. My stomach's growling, and I'm waiting for him to wake up so we can eat and go adventuring. I just want to eat and sleep and fuck. This is a lovely moment.
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