I should have been scared. But is it even possible for an eight year old to comprehend what death is? I could have been scared. Truthfully, I don't even know if I was. I can't remember being an eight year old. Or a nine year old. I remember my 8th birthday party. New Kids on the block. A new bike that I would come to hate because it wasn't ( Read more... )

Oh. My. Panic attacks in the shower are my new joy. Or maybe I just smoke too much? Or maybe I just need to eat something. Either way....my heart speeding up to 200 a minute, gasping for air, wanting to throw up, having to sit down because I'm so dizzy, and then needing, as if my life depended on it to get OUT of that little space indicates ( Read more... )

( Yule post )

If someone were to ask me how many people I knew who I thought would lay down their life for me, I could easily count on them on one hand. There are people who love you, and there are people who love you. The true measure of love in any shape or form is the willingness to sacrifice. And I'm not talking about money. I'm talking about ego. ( Read more... )