I "turned off" my site for about a week because this guy made me feel so bad about what I post that I didn't want anything to do with anymore. He told me that the world sees me as weak and that I want everyone to feel sorry for me and to pity me because I want all of the attention. I cried so hard in frustration because that was never my intention at all with my site. I was so upset that I didn't really know what to say, though I did ask him why the hell he even checks my site if it is just that "pathetic" as he is saying. I forgot his answer but it pissed me off to the core. I decided to open my site back up
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So, this guy I know, reminded me of this blog post I am supposed to be writing in April and then I would post it here for the world to see (read) what the "big secret" is. I had forgot all about that, actually. I know I don't have to share this piece of information if I really DON'T WANT to but I feel as if I have been somewhat "fearless" with most of the things I discuss on here so this might not be so bad... The guy said something along the lines of "waiting for April to read about the surprise" and I told him it's not exactly a
Have you ever laid down or slept next to your significant other and found that your breathing was in sync? Like, your heart beat was matching breath to breath with theirs and you could feel the rise and fall of their chest as you inhaled and exhaled? I mean, that sounds kind of romantic, right? NO! I actually kind of hate when I unintentionally notice that our breathing seems to be the same and I can sense his heart beat is in the same rhythm as mine. Once I realize the pattern, I start feeling like I'm suffocating all of a
I had the weirdest dream the other night. I definitely woke up with confusion for a few minutes after that, and I think I was dripping in sweat actually. In this dream, I apparently lived back at my mom's house for some reason. I think I might have been younger in this dream, maybe. My friend, Rene, was dropping me off back home. I was sitting in his truck and this other car pulls up. I walk up to it and it's my brother in the passenger seat (my brother, Brandon, not the one that passed). He was FUCKED UP, like drunk or
Every time I have gone out I would wish that I was able to drink the way I used to drink before (before the H. Pylori and ulcers). I was never a drinker in the sense that I would drink because I wanted to be drunk and act a fool. I didn't, and still don't, really even like to be tipsy. I used to like having a "buzz" but even that has become too much to handle. I wrote this post because I realized that I am kind of glad my body pretty much physically forced me to stop drinking (as much as I was at least). I was starting to be known
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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