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Friday, October 23, 2009

The Beast Within

This September beginning of the school year has unleashed something horrible and ugly inside me.

Maybe its the lack of a relationship- no I do not want to be defined by another person.

Maybe its the lack of a genuine connection. I don't know. What I want to talk about is how I've been living in my subconscious.

I'm caught up in this life. What's torturing my conscience is the often occuring nights that ALWAYS begin with too many shots, and ends in a REGRET. I'M TIRED OF MAKING THESE MISTAKES. Some part of my mind is trying to convince myself that this is college, and it will happen, and you will move on. BUT THE REALITY OF IT ALL IS THAT THIS IS LIFE AND YOU FIX IT NOW OR YOU NEVER FIX IT.

I've got this heart. I've got this big gigantic heart and I'm staining with with alcohol and false intimacy. This is true. What do I need to learn my lesson? TURN AROUND.

I'm living in my subconscious right now. I'm not making an effort to live within the moment. And this is a blog that I'm supposed to look back and reflect on who I was and who I've become. This is me telling myself that who you've become is ugly. Internally ugly. Not trying to enforce negative attitudes but I need to GROW UP RIGHT NOW.

I need to escape what I've created around myself. Situations do not make people.

I AM BETTER THAN THIS.

Not longer than a few months ago I was noting on how high calibur of a woman I am. GO BACK TO THAT. GO BACK NOW. GO RUNNING BACK AND DON'T LOOK  BEHIND YOU.

THIS IS IT. THIS IS OVER. CHANGE HAPPENS NOW.

 

REAL FAT FUCKING CHANGE.


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I hate that you hurt me again. I hate that I made myself believe that you loved me. I hate waking up with this stupid empty feeling, like I'm going to throw up. I hate feeling empty. I hate feeling like I'm not worth keeping.

 

I hate feeling like I'm not worth loving.

 

Ps. I want my shirt back. You hurt me for the last fucking time.


Thursday, April 23, 2009

Uck.


Monday, March 02, 2009

My eyes blink, as I felt him move around the blankets looking for his phone. I shifted, and laid on my side as his legged reached over to the floor. A couple shuffles to around the quiet room, and he kissed me on my head.

I have to go, he said as I try to configure myself for the morning.

I reached for his hand and said I love you, then pulled the blanket down a little, exposing my skin to the cold air of the morning.

My hair cascaded gently down my shoulders, and rested on my pillow. Cat-like, I arched my back and stretched my stomach, felt my leg with my fingers, and opened my eyes. The cold felt tight against my skin.

Partly surrounded by the blanket, I shifted to my other side and took a deep breath.

Today, I feel sexy.


Monday, February 23, 2009

Gravity is taking it's hold on me.



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