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Thursday 3rd January 2013

That Perfect Moment Of Zen

I haven’t felt happiness in a long time…and I will admit that I miss the feeling. Ever since I was diagnosed with both severe depression and an EDNOS (eating disorder not otherwise specialized)life has been harder and more complicated than it has been in the past. This isn’t going to turn into a long ramble [..more..]

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Saturday 15th December 2012

When I grow up

When I grow up, It’s going to be great. I’ll have lots of stuff, and find lots of mates who think just like me, and like the same things like food and wine and diamond rings. We’ll hang out together every night and laugh and dance and hardly ever fight. When I grow up, I’ll [..more..]

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Friday 14th December 2012

Don’t call me a victim

I made a place in my head, where I could go, when he came to my bed and rutted. He wasn’t there, there was only me, with my books, radio and rocking chair. I stayed as long as I could. At least until he’d done his worse, and left me his mess to clean. I [..more..]

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Friday 23rd November 2012

at the risk of being tamed

And then suddenly I’m right back here where I started. At the point where I hurt myself to stop myself from hurting. The cuts are not deep but they are frequent and now they’re just thin red burns of focus and clarity on the inside of my wrist. Oh people write so much prose about [..more..]

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Wednesday 21st November 2012

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I saw the pencil sharpener, and broke out in to an immense fit, the tears flooded down my face. I just froze there like a pillar of salt and looked at the little screws on the hand held pencil sharpener, which had appeared to have had been loosened. I picked up the dainty little thing [..more..]

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Thursday 15th November 2012

Why is everything i do wrong?

I sit there crying, wondering….Why am I still alive? I can feel it now, I glance down I see it dripping on to my mattress. Its red bright red, I don’t care I keep going, and I cant stop. Why cant I stop? Why cant everything & everyone just go away? I glance back down [..more..]

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Wednesday 14th November 2012

I Shouldn’t Be Scared of Him

A while ago, my sisters’ (now ex) boyfriend broke into our house at 4 in the morning and beat her up. I woke up to him yelling at 5, then he slammed the door and left. I was so scared and I was shaking uncontrollably. I was wondering why my dad wasn’t out there. I [..more..]

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Thursday 4th October 2012

I hope good things will come my way soon in this category.

About two weeks ago, I discovered that I had developed a crush. He was always kind and nice the few times I spoke with him, whether it was the two of us walking the same way or thanking him when he opened the door for me and others despite carrying tenor drums. Although we don’t [..more..]

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Wednesday 28th March 2012

28-03-12(0:11:00)

So I have a boyfriend I’m 17 years old I live with my next door neighbors because of family problems and I wasn’t allowed to have a bf or go out at all very strict anyway he was one of my main reasons why I moved out we have been together for 6 months( half [..more..]

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Tuesday 27th March 2012

26-03-12(21:22:41)

I’m 17 i live with my neighbors before I moved in with them I used to live with my sister right next door (apartments). Before I lived with my sister I lived with my grandparents raised literally till I was 14 my mom passed away from breast cancer when I was three I wasn’t the [..more..]

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