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I learnt something today, something that made me think about what I am, and who I want. I know that things in life are the most complicated things that anyone can comprehend with. I took the time to realise that, no only am I proud of who I am, but I'm proud of the people who aren't afraid. Loving and caring for people is different than wanting to be with them forever and share your life and your bed with them. It's about being true. Being honest. I want to be honest with the world and I know...
I learnt something today, something that made me think about what I am, and who I want. I know that things in life are the most complicated things that anyone can comprehend with. I took the time to realise that, no only am I proud of who I am, but I'm proud of the people who aren't afraid. Loving and caring for people is different than wanting to be with them forever and share your life and your bed with them. It's about being true. Being honest. I want to be honest with the world and I know that it hurt some people when things like this happen but, I know what I want. What I want is to be with my girl forever. I want to ask something, I don't need an answer but: What do you want? I want people to be happy, to be who they are and be proud of who they love. You see, all these sex maniacs aren't so bad, but they fail to see love. How can you truly know someone through just sex, but how can you know them without? It's the border, the line that you either choose to cross or not. For me I see that this line isn't something I want to cross with more than the person that I am with now. I can't take to see people sad, but I'm sick of hiding away with everything else. I know to some people that what I am going on about makes no sense at all, but to me, it makes perfect sense, and for some reason I can't stop typing. I have never ever wanted anything more that to be out, as they say "out and proud" but so many people in my life have tried to stop me and why? I ask myself why? Still I'm not a 100% sure but I know one thing. I won't let them be in my way or judge me any longer. I'm so out! I'm so gay that no one will ever change me. I have always wanted to be honest and now, look at me. I'm finally being the Salliee that everyone didn't want me to be. I know to some I'm a disappointment, and to others, damn you will understand me more now, but why be mad? I'm still me. I can't stop thinking about the one girl that makes me happy to the point I want to marry her. I want to have a life with her, and make her feel like the princess she is. Why is it that people tell me, you're to close to your male friends to be gay, how are you? They are my FRIENDS, just friends. I love them to pieces but I don't want to jump in their bed. I found my path, I found my true meaning and I want people to know me and have me as their friend. Tab is my guarded princess and I still am the dyke in shinning armour that saved her. I don't know if she truly thanks me for it but, hell I'm so gl...
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Before I begin this time, please keep in mind I'm writing on almost no sleep. I fell asleep at around 5:30 this morning and woke up at eight...So out of it... So I'm probably going to digress far more than I usually would and sooner or later while writing this I'm probably just going to go way off track from what I start with. I've been thinking alot about school lately. For anyone who might not already know I'm going to be a freshman at Northern Kentucky...
Before I begin this time, please keep in mind I'm writing on almost no sleep. I fell asleep at around 5:30 this morning and woke up at eight...So out of it... So I'm probably going to digress far more than I usually would and sooner or later while writing this I'm probably just going to go way off track from what I start with.
I've been thinking alot about school lately. For anyone who might not already know I'm going to be a freshman at Northern Kentucky University in less than a month and I rarely stop telling people how excited and giddy I'm getting about it.
I recommend this college to people if you want to go somewhere where making friends will become about as difficult as breathing. EVERYONE on that campus is awesome, I mean <i>everyone</i>. Orientation was a 30-hour deal and in that time I made several friends. And I think I'm a really weird person and scared off a LOT of people in middle school and high school. It's so inclusive there, it's amazing. And the students there that were on orientation staff are totally unafraid to be casual. The commencement ceremony was pretty much all of them dancing to a medley of a bunch of popular songs from the radio. (I'm guessing that's where they picked the songs from. A bunch of pop and hip-hop, and I never listen to radio stations.) And when we were divided into subgroups led by two staff members each, I was taken under the wings of possibly two of the goofiest ones there. The way we all introduced ourselves was this alliterative game I really can't recall the name of where each person had to introduce themselves by saying "I'm [insert adjective starting with your first initial here] [insert first name here]" and had to make some sort of gesture applying to their "name".
For example, I was "Awesome Ashley". XD And my gesture was two thumbs up and a huge grin as I introduced myself. For more examples, I there was also a Mysterious Mike [smoothly shield face with hand], Dancing Diana [do the Madonna "Vogue"], and Catlike Christine [scratch the air] in that group. Not exactly something that would be used as an icebreaker in a corporate setting, but first of all I have NO interest in being part of that anyway, and secondly it was fun. And that's what counts.
NKU's Orientation is one of those memories I'd be perfectly content to relive several times over. It was, simply, amazing. Two really good friends of mine I'd kn...
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I feel like I am losing control... A control I have worked so hard to maintain so that someone doesn't end up hurt. My temper flares more often than I keep track, and there are times when I just start to cry for no apparent reason. At work I pace to keep myself focused and mentally grounded. Last Saturday it didn't work. Half of the time I was pacing I didn't know where I was, and the remaining time I spent thinking: "Give me a knife, give me a razor blade. Give me something so I can ha...
I feel like I am losing control... A control I have worked so hard to maintain so that someone doesn't end up hurt. My temper flares more often than I keep track, and there are times when I just start to cry for no apparent reason. At work I pace to keep myself focused and mentally grounded. Last Saturday it didn't work. Half of the time I was pacing I didn't know where I was, and the remaining time I spent thinking: "Give me a knife, give me a razor blade. Give me something so I can have some sort of release."
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What is addiction? Is it someone or something you can't get enough of? Something keeps you coming back for more. Which addiction is worse, drug addiction or sex addiction?
What is addiction? Is it someone or something you can't get enough of? Something keeps you coming back for more. Which addiction is worse, drug addiction or sex addiction?
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Ok well after i posted that yesterday, all of the attitudes just dissapeared, kinda randomly, they didn't know that i typed all of that, so kinda better. but yeah, idk, it just might be a now feeling, i could go back to that not so good.... i guess i have to play it by ear, idt that saying was right.... Mood: ok Pt 2 Well all i have to say is that i guess sumtimes i get lonely, and when i do i seem to get depressed, now im not saying that for sympathy im just stating a fact ...
Ok well after i posted that yesterday, all of the attitudes just dissapeared, kinda randomly, they didn't know that i typed all of that, so kinda better. but yeah, idk, it just might be a now feeling, i could go back to that not so good.... i guess i have to play it by ear, idt that saying was right....
Mood: ok
Pt 2
Well all i have to say is that i guess sumtimes i get lonely, and when i do i seem to get depressed, now im not saying that for sympathy im just stating a fact there, i was thinking, rite now im that way and before i was like that to when i got lonely,, yep
Mood: kinda depressed
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07/29/2010 Why i so life complicated??...why is it when your in high school people expect way too much out of you?..why is the when you do a miastake, it seem like if it's the end of the world? i have tried to be the perfect child my family expects out of me, but when i do a slight mistake all of what i've worked for ends. i have to start from square one. yes i appear to be the perfect child, but in the inside i have a ticking bomb, and i feel like the expolsion is near. i ...
07/29/2010
Why i so life complicated??...why is it when your in high school people expect way too much out of you?..why is the when you do a miastake, it seem like if it's the end of the world? i have tried to be the perfect child my family expects out of me, but when i do a slight mistake all of what i've worked for ends. i have to start from square one.
yes i appear to be the perfect child, but in the inside i have a ticking bomb, and i feel like the expolsion is near. i have subside it by cutting myself, but that no longer seems to work.
i have made desions base on what my family want to see and hear. i have become their robot. I have no life of my own, because it has been stolen by them. when i try to take control they seem to find a way to lure me back into their gasps.
im suffacating. i have no reason to live, but when i do they take it away. they think they are doing what's best for me but when in reality they are hurting me the most.
they say they let me live as a teenager, but it seem more like a teenager in prison. i dont go out, because they don't trust me as much as too see i will always do the right thing.
i need a way out but it seems too much for now.....
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As you might know from my page, or from my rant poems, I do not believe in love. (I do not feel like explaining why, go look through my rants, its in there somewhere if you want to know.) But there are some very random people out there, who I do not know, and I didn't have/had very little interactions with these people, and I will never see these people ever again, but for some reason, I am crazily in love with them. Don't try to talk me out of it , or tell me I am wrong. And it's not...
As you might know from my page, or from my rant poems, I do not believe in love. (I do not feel like explaining why, go look through my rants, its in there somewhere if you want to know.)
But there are some very random people out there, who I do not know, and I didn't have/had very little interactions with these people, and I will never see these people ever again, but for some reason, I am crazily in love with them. Don't try to talk me out of it , or tell me I am wrong.
And it's not a crush thing, I don't think about them at night and be like ,"they are so cute!!!" Hell no. It was an instant thing... I just... knew the second I saw them. It confused me the first time, but now I know, it's definitely love. And I have no idea why. And Don't you dare tell me I'm wrong for it.
The first one, is a girl who I actually know her name. We had mutual friends on Facebook, before I deleted my account. This was in June, 2009, when I first discovered i was bi.
Her name was Hannah. I knew her when she was a very dull, shy girl, named Brianna, but she changed her name and her attitude when she switched foster parents. And I had never seen her in person when she was Hannah. But she took many many pictures, and I knew right then and there that I loved her.
I almost fainted when she added me on facebook, a year ago.
But then she deleted me for who knows why, and of course, I was very upset, for who knows why.
And then I actually met this girl. I was in a carpool with an old friend named Cassidy, and they were driving me home, and i got into the car ... and inside it was... Hannah. a very very very straight girl. Oh, but i wanted to die in her arms that day... I met her in person four weeks ago.
The second was a man. Hell, he mustve been 25 years old. This was August, 2009. I saw him from a distance, at Cedar point in Ohio. he had a little boy with him. And I stared at that man, forever it seems. I will never forget that man.
The third one was a girl.
I was in Rite Aid with my grandmother, when a cute girl, maybe 1 or 2 yrs older than me came up to me and asked if I considered myself Scene and if I liked to party. I told her that no, i do not consider myself anything, and i'd party if ppl liked me. And then she told me she liked my hair and my clothes. god, how could such an amazing person say that about me? this was october, 2009.
The fourth was a girl, as well.
She was probably 16 years old, and she w...
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Okay, so for a couple of days I've been sleeping with my playlist playing in the background. At night I leave my iPod on the dock and sleep. Obviously when the playlist ends the music will stop playing since I don't have it set on repeat. The first time I did this, I woke up the next morning to find the iPod next to the dock...
Okay, so for a couple of days I've been sleeping with my playlist playing in the background. At night I leave my iPod on the dock and sleep. Obviously when the playlist ends the music will stop playing since I don't have it set on repeat.
The first time I did this, I woke up the next morning to find the iPod next to the dock instead of on it! I put it on and it was playing a song from another playlist. Weird, maybe I got annoyed and took out my iPod while sleeping AND changed the song! Or there's a ghost in my room who just doesn't enjoy my taste in music.
Last night, I did it again. Slept while my iPod was on the dock. I remember I got annoyed because the music kept on waking me up and paused the song with the remote which is always next to me. I'm sure I would never reach out to the dock to remove the iPod, that's just too much effort and the 'awake' me would never bother (maybe the 'asleep' me is less lazy?). However, I woke up this morning to find that my iPod, once again, had been removed from the dock!
Either I need to record myself while sleeping or that ghost really needs to tell me what kind of music it likes!
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I've never written a journal on here before, so this is my first. I'm just the person who has the near-constant need to vent and I have decided that through journaling AND poems I can get more out and I'll probably drive myself less crazy then. So the ranting begins. First: Screw summer. Or at least the heat and humidity combination. Louisville being the nice healthy blend of concrete and little vegetation that it is, it gets so hot here it's miserabl...
I've never written a journal on here before, so this is my first. I'm just the person who has the near-constant need to vent and I have decided that through journaling AND poems I can get more out and I'll probably drive myself less crazy then.
So the ranting begins.
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Screw summer. Or at least the heat and humidity combination. Louisville being the nice healthy blend of concrete and little vegetation that it is, it gets so hot here it's miserable.
Imagine this heat post-rainstorm. Because then there's evaporation EVERYWHERE and the air is soaked.
Now imagine me deciding that this post-rainstorm time is a good time to walk to a grocery store three miles away, because I couldn't get a ride. (I'm too impatient to have waited until tomorrow.) And note to self: IT WAS NOT A GOOD TIME. I overheat easily and walking back with a bunch of grocery bags in that heat is hell. Speaking of hell...
Second:
One of my friends just finally moved out on her own like I did. I'm very happy for that. But she's in one of the worst areas in the city. She was put into an apartment with no functioning lock, and a lot of older guys--some she's not even that familiar with--just go in and out as they please. Her boyfriend--one of my best friends--goes to visit her alot and that at least makes me more comfortable, but not enough. Especially since one of these lovely gentlemen threatened to get her intoxicated and take advantage of her to her boyfriend. This same guy tried to put a hand on me when I met him.
Now, people like him disgust me to know end and there's little I wouldn't give to not just be all talk and mean it when I talk about smacking him to his weed-fried senses. And no, I'm not assuming he smokes it. Considering his introductory statement was "I BEEN HIGH SINCE FOUR A.M." and he was showing off what looked an AWFUL lot like a plastic baggie of coke in his pocket, I don't think I'm stereotyping.
My friends don't belong in neighborhoods where most of the people are like him. And they certainly are.
Third:
I am scared of learning to drive.
Is this strange for an almost-nineteen-year-old? I mean, my stepmom didn't get a liscense until she was either twenty or twenty-one.. I would rather have mine sooner than that but I have no clue when I will get it. I don't even have a permit. I can't drive at ALL unless golf carts were allowed...
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You know the other night before my art class i went for a walk in town. Along the mall by myself, and you know what i knew it was dangerous. in fact i was waiting for something to happen. Was hoping something would happen. It wasnt that i was suicidal. i wasnt i just lost my purpose somewhere along the way. and i dont wanna live for the sake of being alive? otherwise everything is pointless. and i dont want to have a pointless life. so here i was walking along. in the dark in a dangerous plac...
You know the other night before my art class i went for a walk in town. Along the mall by myself, and you know what i knew it was dangerous. in fact i was waiting for something to happen. Was hoping something would happen. It wasnt that i was suicidal. i wasnt i just lost my purpose somewhere along the way. and i dont wanna live for the sake of being alive? otherwise everything is pointless. and i dont want to have a pointless life. so here i was walking along. in the dark in a dangerous place. hoping that a bus would hit me or maybe someone would mug me. because that way if i survived it id have a reason to live. id have that fight, that zest for life ive been searching for. but nothing happened. nothing ever happens. i wanted to scream. i wanted a knife to my throaght. i wanted to be scared. to feel the need to live. i felt nothing. i felt alone. and i felt empty. and now with all thats happened in recent days i dont want to be alive anymore. i dont want the zest. and i dont want to fight to survive. i want to give in to the pain. i want to bleed out all the hurt. i want the walls painted red. i want the disaster. i want the tragedy i want the suffering to end in one climactic finale. i want to make it hurt on the way and burn out quietly. to fade away and nobody will even notice.
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ok so if you cant tell already im a giant band dork lol!! =] im apart of my schools marching band and im in the colorguard and its my life. i live and breath marching band.....i spend most of my time wit the marching band or doing something for them Is there anyother band dorks out there?????? *looks around* Come forth band dorks and join in my happyness
ok so if you cant tell already im a giant band dork lol!! =] im apart of my schools marching band and im in the colorguard and its my life. i live and breath marching band.....i spend most of my time wit the marching band or doing something for them
Is there anyother band dorks out there?????? *looks around*
Come forth band dorks and join in my happyness
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The day has finally come. I've been waiting for it with bated breath...and it's rather depressing. When I grew up, the wishing-dream used to be, 'If I had a million dollars.' There was even a song about it. But now, a million dollars is just a mere sneeze and we need a billion dollars... Sigh.
The day has finally come. I've been waiting for it with bated breath...and it's rather depressing.
When I grew up, the wishing-dream used to be, 'If I had a million dollars.' There was even a song about it.
But now, a million dollars is just a mere sneeze and we need a billion dollars...
Sigh.
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So many songs are stuck in my head. they're really hard to get rid of and they are irritating me. I think I'll probably learn all of the lyrics without even looking at the lyric sheet damn it! One of the songs stuck in my head is: Fly me too the moon Geez you wanna have spring in jupiter? you just can't be normal!
So many songs are stuck in my head.
they're really hard to get rid of and they are irritating me.
I think I'll probably learn all of the lyrics without even looking at the lyric sheet damn it!
One of the songs stuck in my head is:
Fly me too the moon
Geez you wanna have spring in jupiter?
you just can't be normal!
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Yes, that's right. I might very well have my very own Beetle. Did I spell that right? Heehee. I'm so excited!! Never had a car, so this is new and amazing. YAY! A BEETLE!!! I SHALL NAME HIM MAXWELL!
Yes, that's right. I might very well have my very own Beetle. Did I spell that right? Heehee.
I'm so excited!! Never had a car, so this is new and amazing. YAY! A BEETLE!!!
I SHALL NAME HIM MAXWELL!
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I don’t consider myself a religious person, although I had played religion roulette for quite a few years and I had spent time researching the origin of religion.... Anways..... I also, don’t consider myself a fan of politics; however, I couldn’t pass up the chance to rant about (here is where the offense may come in) the absurdity of Barack Obama being the anti-christ. This is the video circulating the world of web and facebook :
I don’t consider myself a religious person, although I had played religion roulette for quite a few years and I had spent time researching the origin of religion.... Anways..... I also, don’t consider myself a fan of politics; however, I couldn’t pass up the chance to rant about (here is where the offense may come in) the absurdity of Barack Obama being the anti-christ.
This is the video circulating the world of web and facebook : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgHUZXgNAWo
and the source of me being peturbed.
A president being thought as the “anti-christ” has happened countless times throughout history. Example: Ronald Wilson Reagan (three names each with six letters = 666) or Bush Jr. because he was in skull and bones as the beast. John F. Kennedy, being the nation's first Roman Catholic President, believed to do the pope's bidding, Franklin Delano Roosevelt because the numerical value of FDR's name was reported to add up to 666 and he was thought as the most autocratic US President of the 20th century. Etc. Etc. Etc.
then you have people such as Antiochus Epiphanes, Roman Emperor Nero, just about every pope, Napoleon, Joseph Stalin, PLO leader Yassir Arafat.... the list goes on.
If we want to go by the christian bible, isn’t the anti-Christ supposed to convince the masses? : “And he was given authority to rule over every tribe and people and language and nation. And all the people who belong to this world worshiped the beast.”
The antichrist is supposed to gain political power and spiritual authority over every nation on the earth.
Therefore, theoretically, the anti-christ will most likely begin his rise to power as a very influential, very charismatic, political or religious diplomat.
Anyways, people are to blindly follow the antichrist and if any one hasn’t noticed, Obama’s approval rating is falling fast. So wouldn’t that place him in the not so anti-christ category? Christians thought that Hitler was the anti-christ back in the 1940's, and alas we are still living in paranoia.
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hmm. ok, so, i've been thinking about writing in this journal more regularly. problem is, i need a random idea that has to be done every day to keep me committed to writing here. I will also be turning on that thing that sends you email reminders to write in your journal. Ideas I have so far for keeping myself writing; - start the BBOTWNTKSWDRPM (big book of things we need to know so we don't repeat past mistakes.) - start the MLLD (my life lessons diary)
hmm. ok, so, i've been thinking about writing in this journal more regularly. problem is, i need a random idea that has to be done every day to keep me committed to writing here.
I will also be turning on that thing that sends you email reminders to write in your journal.
Ideas I have so far for keeping myself writing;
- start the BBOTWNTKSWDRPM (big book of things we need to know so we don't repeat past mistakes.)
- start the MLLD (my life lessons diary)
- start the COTD (color of the day)
-start the LOTD (letter of the day)
- start the WOTDSWTLOTD (word of the day starting with the letter of the day)
anyone have any other ideas?
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I'm going out of my mind! A few weeks ago I purchased The Demon King, a child's novel, from my local books-a-million. I bought it because of the story on the inside cover. It turned out to be a very enjoyable fantasy read; much better than some of the adult novels I have read as well! Anyways, I've finished the book after having it a total of two days. I planned on running back to books-a-million to grab the next book in the trilogy but it turns out that the next boo...
I'm going out of my mind!
A few weeks ago I purchased The Demon King, a child's novel, from my local books-a-million. I bought it because of the story on the inside cover. It turned out to be a very enjoyable fantasy read; much better than some of the adult novels I have read as well!
Anyways, I've finished the book after having it a total of two days. I planned on running back to books-a-million to grab the next book in the trilogy but it turns out that the next book hasn't been released yet.
I searched for the book online and found the publishing company's web page.
The next book, The Exiled Queen, won't be released until September 28, 2010!
I've been distracting myself until then with school, TV series such as Trueblood and Korean Dramas, working on my own stories, and even taking up drawing again.
I'm about three seconds from developing chronic twitching and one second from having a nervous break down. (That's my daily dose of exaggeration for the day)
Gosh. September hurry up and get here already!
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My dear Poet Family: I have returned back home late last night...and as I have through the night thought on my brother, and yesterday's huge funeral, and the many voices that spoke of Bruce from the service.......a powerful thread of his philosophy on life rang true all the way......and I have thought that all the months and journals I wrote on how we could keep him alive by prayer and concern....he would probably value what he believed in that will go on in the ...
My dear Poet Family:
I have returned back home late last night...and as I have through the night thought on my brother, and yesterday's huge funeral, and the many voices that spoke of Bruce from the service.......a powerful thread of his philosophy on life rang true all the way......and I have thought that all the months and journals I wrote on how we could keep him alive by prayer and concern....he would probably value what he believed in that will go on in the lives he touched with his passing....It is with this in mind I owe it to Bruce, you and myself to journal it down...Because that was Bruce and how he would like to be remembered. So expect a short series about his life that was shared yesterday and the philosophy for living...I am sure it will bless your life as it has mine.....with the desire to carry on the same principles he loved with a passion....
My only son, Nathan who is 31 years old had the honors of speaking for all the nephews and nieces on behalf of Bruce his uncle....He remembered his grandfather passing only 3 years ago and it was so hard for him, and now Bruce....God is good in seeing my son become more and more like his grandfather, and especially like his uncle Bruce. I cannot underestimate that while Bruce was bedridden he prayed mightily for his family and friends and the people he knew and loved!
Also I had the joy of knowing my son is going to be a father for the first time....He has his wife are due with their first child in March!...Me a grandma for the first time! I am so happy for Nathan, and Laura, and grandson T.J..Nathan's chosen child from Laura's first relationship....When they were married they carried T.J. down the aisle together! Now T.J. has a sister or brother to make room for...
The legacy continues.........to be a blessing to our world and the future generations that follow us...
I value you all......SO MUCH for standing with me and the family in faithful prayer until God called Bruce home...Please pray for his family, Liz's family (the Peacock's) and our family...Mom who is 88 years old...Scottie, his son who is coming 16years old next month..(a bewildering time for him)
Mom ....as the next phase of her life begins...
Rosemary
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i'm afraid i'm falling back into depression.. i don't want to talk, i don't want to move, i'm sad for no reason.. i think i'm going to start shutting myself down again. i'm not eating right. not only that, but school starts soon and i moved so i won't know anyone. i might close my FB account and whatnot. what do i do? i don't want to be the person i was before, but i don't want to fight the sadness either..
i'm afraid i'm falling back into depression.. i don't want to talk, i don't want to move, i'm sad for no reason.. i think i'm going to start shutting myself down again. i'm not eating right. not only that, but school starts soon and i moved so i won't know anyone. i might close my FB account and whatnot.
what do i do? i don't want to be the person i was before, but i don't want to fight the sadness either..
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"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on." Henry Ellis
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"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."
Henry Ellis
Ok. So it's getting past the point now where I can do this safely without fear of repercussions, but fuck it, here goes.
I'm not even entirely sure of what to say, however I have been made abundantly aware of the need to break the monotony. I am growing ever tired of work as much as I am sure that it's growing ever tired of me. It's not that the job is bad, it's the trash that goes with it. The irony, the peculiarity and the getting screwed at every available turn. When is the human race going to realize that a fair go isn't about getting the full half hour in with a cheap hooker? Personally I don't even like hookers. They seem dirty, filthy things with no self respect or moral decency and I wouldn't spend a dollar on spitting at one. But every day I wake and drag myself to this sad company it seems like it's exactly where I am going. I spend my hard earned time working for a collective group of self righteous, mind numbingly stupid office fags and the only thing I get in return is fucked.
All this makes the new strive for sobriety and general health all the more difficult. It's not that the drunken, drug induced escapades I have been through have all been terrible mistakes. On the contrary, most have been rather entertaining, providing memories I will laugh about for the rest of... well as long as I can remember them. Really, it comes down to my want to be better for others and greed. I want more time on this earth, and more money to spend on things other than a slow suicide.
I think what I am trying to say with this is that of late, I have been somewhat uninspired. Kevin Rudd stepped down from his role as Prime Minister (comedic relief) and became the second in the history of Australia to ever do so, proving himself to be a massive dickhead exactly as we had all suspected; Just another ear-wax eating, cock smoking, bullshit talking, economy fucking, fake messiah amongst the reams of others t...
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why are we here all there is hate heart brake's and more. i wish i wasn't here but i am and why i don't want to be here. is becuz all the stupid ppl in this world i can't stand most of them hell sometimes. i wish i had nobody and see if that makes me happy it prolly would but who kno's i wish i did but i will prolly never will in my life time
why are we here all there is hate heart brake's and more.
i wish i wasn't here but i am and why i don't want to be here.
is becuz all the stupid ppl in this world i can't stand most of them hell sometimes.
i wish i had nobody and see if that makes me happy it prolly would but who kno's
i wish i did but i will prolly never will in my life time
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I trusted you. You said you cared. I went to you for help. We promised each other honesty. Did you keep that promise? Of course not. I thought i might have more feelings for you and i tell you that but then you come up with some excuse about not knowing. Was that the truth? NO! You just didn't have the balls to tell me you don't have feelings for me. You lied to me! I don't mind that you don't have those feelings. But to not be honest with me? That weas like the most important thing in our re...
I trusted you. You said you cared. I went to you for help. We promised each other honesty. Did you keep that promise? Of course not. I thought i might have more feelings for you and i tell you that but then you come up with some excuse about not knowing. Was that the truth? NO! You just didn't have the balls to tell me you don't have feelings for me. You lied to me! I don't mind that you don't have those feelings. But to not be honest with me? That weas like the most important thing in our relationship. I told you about Zach and everything. I told you everything, even when i was crying on the phone and you still lied. You are the one person i thought was being completely honest and you weren't!!!! What else is a lie? what else are you hiding? Am i some poor girl you started talking to so you can laugh at my problems with your buddies?
i am sure you know who you are you are reading this but dont be upset, i am just venting. thanks for listening.
--vicki
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I have had this thought in my mind for days now. Trying to find some way of explaining are government. Which I must say has just about drove me mad. Then something a dear friend said about ants being in there cup made it all clear. Now I know you are most likely thinking “where is this women going?” just keep your mind open and you will see. First off I would tell you choice your poison. Personally I would go with a glass of Jim Bean. That first taste leaves you bitter. Just ...
I have had this thought in my mind for days now. Trying to find some way of explaining are government. Which I must say has just about drove me mad. Then something a dear friend said about ants being in there cup made it all clear. Now I know you are most likely thinking “where is this women going?” just keep your mind open and you will see.
First off I would tell you choice your poison. Personally I would go with a glass of Jim Bean. That first taste leaves you bitter. Just how every politician felt when they first saw the truth behind are so called justice system. As most know, a few more drinks will leave you blind to the fact that every drop slithering down your thought set’s you on fire. By this point you’re just worried about getting higher and higher.
Once again taking us back to those prize faced politicians we all love and adore. A few more wrong acts they knowingly commit bring in there money high, leaving them starving for more. So they keep going and slipping society the occasional xan to help you think everything they are doing truly is for the right reasons.
In other words we are all just merles piss ants floating on a melting cube of ice, in the government’s glass of Jim Bean. Don’t get me wrong there is the whole philosophy of drinking responsibly, but shouldn’t that apply to more then just drinking?
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