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He’s my delusion.
The delusion could be just that, a delusion. Maybe it’s my sabotaging what is seemingly turning out to be somewhat bearable. I live with a guy who’s kinda got the hots for me, sometimes. This is the relationship I’ve always dreamed of. Sorta. Pathetically, truth be told, my sexuality was put to pasture months ago.…
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Here’s your dream manifested, now how can I fuck it up?
My thanksgiving was quiet. Again. I swore last year was going to be there I’d say that. My dearest friend, Have you ever had an idea and you work and work for your idea to become more than an idea? Positive people would call an idea a dream. I think you have to close your…
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A little more action.
The purpose of desiring a better life has taken on a whole new meaning Instead of this time causing discord, it seems social distancing has reminded us of our need for connection, perhaps we have set our cellular distractions aside. And social media doesn’t quite foot the bill anymore. Socially distancing yourself was acceptable and…
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The short leg.
Time to move on my dear…Journal Entry | 5 months agoI am going to leave you. Right here, in this spot. I gave you my first love,… Well kinda. Not really… I mean, there was a little,….. Shit. That wasn’t love,… According to this book, I’m reading,… Well,….shit. It isn’t even a book,….. It’s an…
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I get a little closer to closing this chapter.
It’s something. I guess, a person like me, I should be happy with anything I get. The shit sandwiches and black eyes. After all, I have been and believed I was, something you flush. I love my son, I wasn’t allowed to see him for 6 years because I have a mental illness. OCD. And…
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Just because you see me; doesn’t mean I’m not dead.
I’ve been quiet for 8 years, now it’s your turn. Over the last several years I have learned what is truly valuable to us as human beings. It is our ability to live life daily free of any debilitating physical or emotional problems that diminish our capacity to enjoy life and compromise our sense of…
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My pessimistic outlook on everything.
There are a few things in life, a sadistic bunch of situations. The aforementioned, few things. They are the culprits, offenders, the blindside. The feeling you get when you watch and feel your heartbreak, but, this, special sort of broken heart, you only die a little bit every day. Some days, you may find reprieve…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
