You saved my life, but maybe it wasn't worth saving.
I should feel obligated to live it now, because you worked so hard.
I did mention, didn't I, that I could never appreciate it the way you can.

I am ten. Seriously, I have to be. Only a ten year old would be worried about the stupidest most selfish shit, while accomplishing just enough to feel like an adult in her own mind. People don't get over certain fears, they just learn how to hide them and react to them differently.

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... )

Happy Birthday Alexis. I wonder where that girl is. In the army somewhere I'm sure. Ah, the days of catching the bus with her and Amara and Aaron. God, I wanna be 16 again ( Read more... )

I've been thinking. And writing letters. I've been getting a little frustrated with things in general. My mind has been switching on and off...almost like I keep blowing fuses, I start generating so much energy ( Read more... )

If I refused to tell you who I was, if I refused to spill my thoughts and the reasons I have them, or if I somehow suddenly couldn't speak or type or write or sign or gesture - and you just absolutely needed to know who I was...or understand me....I'd hand you three books.

Motherless Daughters by Hope Edelman
Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel ( Read more... )