Okay. So, it's like this. I have my opinions of people and once those are formed, unless they make some sort of drastic change (highly unlikely), my opinions don't change. There are certain people that before I ever really get to know them, they just give me a bad feeling. Those people usually end up proving that bad feeling to be accurate. Me not ( Read more... )

but isn't it also systematic?

Sometimes, there is a thin line between life and death. Sometimes, dying is not physical at all. Sometimes, you learn these things too late...

Today (Monday): Robert left. I went to SSS. Great f'ing prof. She's f'ing brilliant. Then, there was Math not even getting into that. Came home. Did homework. Went to Meijer. Now, I am awaiting patiently the arrival of Ms.Amanda. I'm excited about finally seeing her ( Read more... )

Here you are Ms.Ambiss...

Things I like about myself:

Physical

• my smile
• my eyes
• my shoulders
• my freckles
• my hands

So, this is what I was thinking ( Read more... )

I think I have an unhealthy obsession with me. So, I started coming up with things I don't like about myself. Here's what I got so far:

Physical

• nose is too wide at the bottom
• crooked teeth
• ears are too small
• hair is too thick and too frizzy
• nails are weak (even with vitamins to make them stronger)

I am having more and more flashbacks. I am feeling more and more guilty. Not to mention, more broken. I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever get back to me...

So, no shit, there I was driving down the road with Robert, on the way back to his house. I was eating a cheese burger that I had just gotten from Wendy's. I was about to swallow a bite when Robert said something to make me laugh. And I inhaled, getting the piece of food lodged in my throat. After a minute, I was losing more airway space and ( Read more... )

I was awoken by a dream at 6:30 this morning that left me unable to return to sleep - no matter how hard I tried. It was horrible and I don't ever ever ever what to have a dream like that again for the rest of my life. EVER ( Read more... )

Everyone is arguing about what step I should take in my recovery next. Everyone is deciding what I should and shouldn't do. No one has asked my opinion. I find it amusing. (And by amusing I mean really fucking shitty to the point of making me feel homicidal and/or suicidal.)