Tuesday, September 29, 2009
2003
When my family first moved down to SoFlo, my brother would avoid my mom by being in his room. When ever she was home we would reside in his room. Later I found out my mother was avoiding us as well. Right now I feel as though I'm back in 2003. My mother is avoiding me. I may have done something minor but nothing to diverse this. I protest this treatment.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Oh! I'm Sorry I Haven't Told You This
You make me laugh. You think after all this time, a year and three months, you can say that you want me again. Or still? I find that ignorance very amusing! I know that I won't let myself be sad like I was back then but I wonder..... I wonder what you are like? I shouldn't even.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
It Is Starting To Grow
My calluses are!!! This weekend was awesome!! Devon is teaching me to play guitar but i'm also learning on my computer =] Nick told Devon he gave him mad props for teaching a kid with down syndrome to play guitar. It wasn't Dana!! I am using this as my story telling site. Oh well! Donna said I could wear what ever dress I want to the wedding so yay!!! Oh shit! Tonight at dinner my aunt pulled my grandma's hat boxes down and started pulling them out to look at them. Seriously, what the fuck!! It was just like visiting grandpa's grave. Sad and very tearful.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Dear World,
I have to say, I thought you were cool. One day things started to get complicated. Now I have to say you are very uncool. I mean you have produced wonderful people to join my in my journey called life, but you throw horrible things on my plate. Of course it is metaphorical since I haven't eaten today, which I don't like. Since you broke my shower I am sad. I would like to beach tomorrow and get some shots in. That would be splendid!! Yes, Boards of Canada. This song. Yes!! Orange!! Sixty-six! I feel very random and colorful.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
A Repeat Of The Hurt
I want to leave. I don't give a shit about anything. Well except the fact that I'm fat and unlovable. Thank you dear friends for helping me realize that. I deiced that I will do my diet and recluse. I will recluse because I thought I was lovable but now I just don't know. Being a recluse will save my heart. It will save it from disappointment. I thin k that I already figured this one out with Astin but whatever!! Wonder if this will lead to me curled up on my bed ignoring my phone again.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
When All Else Fails
Thursday, September 10, 2009
New
I've decided my temporary nicotine fix is dark chocolate and sweet tea. I am so frustrated. Period, mother and all other issues are killing me!! The homework that I am loaded with doesn't help.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
I've Missed It
Tonight I gave in. I gave in, and once I did, I realized how much my little habit helped me. I'm more or less glad that I did this tonight. No one reads this so no one will no. You wont be able to tell. It will only be me. I'm happy that I did this little devilish thing to move my pain. My heart no longer aches. It will soon, but for now, it's curbed.
Thats the Way the Cookie Crumbles
Just that simple clip. I now believe how horrible my life was then. At least I went there second. Just not again.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Yet Again
I need the snap. I live off the snap. No blood this time, I won't allow it. If I bleed that means I'm weak and incapable. The band has become relaxed. It takes more each time to receive my fix. I just realized that I sound like a drug addict. I need my fix man!!! I'm off to find a tighter rubber band. Tonight has been sad. I'll probably go around the block again. See new things, maybe. Feel new lows, I hope not.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
All in a Nut Shell. A very large Nut Shell
This where I am going to have to pick the side. I can ,right now, choose to get better and be happy, or I can stay the way I am. Meaning, still wanting to cut myself, hate my life,and crave horrible things. I'm not quite sure what to pick. I'm having fun with the second option but when will it be too much? Will I know when I need to really get help? I'm not sure if I will be as aware as I am now than if I stay on this slow, winding path to destruction. *SIGH* I'm not a good decision maker. I want to walk and think. Even if thinking is bad.
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