February 2012
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fear not, for i am with you; be not dismayed, for i am your god; i will strengthen you, i will help you, i will uphold you with my righteous right hand. isaiah 41:10
my flesh and my heart may fail, but god is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. psalms 73:26
what can i do to make sure this never happens again? that is a question i’ve asked myself over and over again. it’s 3:43 am and i can’t sleep because as soon as i begin to drift off, enormous bouts of anxiety run up, through my legs, making me want to move them constantly, and through my arms and back, bringing a coldness that forces me to remove my covers, only to cover myself...
Watchthis is my friend, alright. she is too much; her ego is growing… i can barely breathe! strawberryn3ko:
About 3 seconds later, a disgruntled employee said over the intercom, “Attention customers, please disregard the previous anouncement.”
While we were checking out a few minutes later.. Mom: Wait, I thought everything was half off?
Employee: No, my manager said to disregard that...
some kids keep knocking on my door and running away, so i have my computer by the door to catch them red handed next time. >:x
i know you’re lying.
“children are, as a matter of fact, sociopaths.” it’s probably true, but the reason we think that is likely because they show us how fucked up we really are inside and it scares us.
nausea weekend, folks.
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i tried a caramel and peppermint covered in lsd last night, but everything else i did took me out before i could enjoy them. got one more for later.
mmm. carrot cake.
i finally got my welcome to the jungle trophy for growing 500 plants.
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there’s nothing like the memory of love to bring you into love again.
bummed because i lost 20mg of speed and my brother lost a patch of fentanyl. happy because i’m young and have dozens of wonderful people who love me, with a few really special ones who keep me alive. happy because someday i’ll have a cat, and have a nice job like i had at panera, and be close to my best friends, with a little garden of my own, and a wall covered with art that...
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i never write what i’ve done, but i delight in the moments so. whether it’s adderall, vicodin, xanex, hydrocodone, alchohol or weed, i pile them up every time and they make, for me, good nights. i do miss adventure. i haven’t had much of that lately. soon, when i meet my friend, joe, we can go out and have a time to ourselves. that will make me happy to no end, aside from the...
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being held by so many feelings without consent, it’s like being in prison. these powders usher me into other feelings. it’s that simple.
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nights in georgia, writing alone in my room with...
it has a rough start, but all things considered,...
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one of the first themesongs to my young adult...
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“i just passed the chatahoochie, it’s placid surface lays sleeping, like you, plunging yourself deeper into cool waters, with dreams like currents carrying you deeper into my heart.”
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is it true, do you love me just the same? did your love drop? a wonder, i feel, at the idea of a tearing of the heart causing people to become closer. it always seemed the opposite: you make a mistake, you regret it, you feel the pain. this other side? it’s completely different, all but the mistake. sure, feelings of regret and pain are still there, but to be forgiven and loved no matter...
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I don't think either of us can outrun our...
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pain mars the aura. it cripples and traps the soul. there are those, however, who prefer the marring over their own troubles and who hurt themselves; they end up like walking corpses, scarred and injured.
