January 2012
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I'm on a Mission
I’m on a mission to freedom. I feel completely trapped, suffocated by my own brain and I need freedom. I need to find self-love, respect myself, adore myself, challenge myself. I need a transformation, new skin, new aura, new light. I feel like my whole life is a waste, I’m wasting. My brain is wasting. My muscles deteriorating. No more excuses. I can’t live another day...
August 2011
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I'm at this point in my life...
where nothing makes me happy. Not even the littlest things that I used to adore, like root beer floats or taking a walk are tiresome. I don’t know what else to do about this. I’ve always been under the impression that being depressed was a state of mind and that I could talk myself out of it. It’s not working anymore.
I’ve been on some form of anti-depressant for...
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Everything is Blurry
Today is one of those days. I put on contacts but they just don’t seem to see as clear as glasses. Sure, I look prettier, but my head is killing me. And everything is blurry.
Today is one of those days. I put myself out there. Ventured out from my comfortable cocoon. I let her know. Yes, you hurt me. Yes, you effect me. You burden my mind and make me spin and I hate it. But I...
February 2011
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all...
– Wuthering Heights—Emily Brontë (via naturesfreak)
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First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via straycanary)
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It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties, we know they won’t...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via lindathelion)
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Some turn to Jesus, and some turn to heroin.
– Joni Mitchell - “Banquet” (via dontletthemin)
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...
– — Sylvia Plath (via ilikecailee)
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I'm a Fool
I feel like a damn fool.
I’ve damaged two friendships so far this year and I wish I could go back in time and control my behavior. I wish I could go back in time and just not be so much…me. I wish I could develop a fucking positive self-image overnight so I wouldn’t feel so pathetic. So I wouldn’t be so damn tedious. So I wouldn’t overreact. So I wouldn’t...