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At Home

It's a Monday afternoon, and the sky is bright with whitish-grey clouds. The light from the sky is reflecting off the snow on the ground. I awoke at 7 A.M. this morning, glanced outside and relaxed back into my warm bed. The pains in my lower abdomen haven't worsened but they were still present. It… Continue reading At Home

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A happy picture…

A happy picture, for a sad post.So, I was at work-went in late. No break as punishment, whatever. Then at the time near closing, my mother comes in and asks for stuff that were out of, and she tells me the most amazing news. "Your father wants to go his separate ways." Wait... what!? Separate ways? She told me… Continue reading A happy picture…

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Today, I’ll say Goodbye…

Today, I’ll say Goodbye. Even though my breaking heart tells me not to… I can not live with this pain anymore, so I will ignore it today and tell you the words I hate most. Goodbye.

I have decided today, I will make myself look good, boost my esteem and then break it down. Today is the day that we must end. My heart already has enough pain, I don't want to meet again, I doubt we will meet again. So, today, I am going to be selfish and make it easier on my heart (I hope). I'll tell you goodbye, with one last hug and one last kiss. I can't take it anymore.

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Whirlwind

Love; a painful, mesmerizing word. Given and or taken, either way it is absurd. Those feelings always fade away. What, who, why do I love? What does it mean? Why must there be push and shove? Love isn't so keen. For now I am walking through a haze, full of saddened, broken and confused thoughts.… Continue reading Whirlwind

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Apologies with curse words.

My apologies for not keeping up with my blog. I have been busy with school, work, and myself. I'm not going to cry anymore, fuck that. What is crying going to do anyway; eyes become pussy, face and chest red, nothing else. I don't want to be how I am anymore, I am going to fucking… Continue reading Apologies with curse words.

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Oh, If I could say this… If I could…

Oh, if I could. I would yell at my mother. I would tell her things I should never say to her. She needs to hear it though. I feel like if I tell her these things though, it would be bad. I told her once to shut the **** up and she yelled at me.… Continue reading Oh, If I could say this… If I could…