Holy crap, I haven't written here in so long. I'm starting a new blog, for completely different and in many ways still similar purposes. It'll be more like a diary than a journal, and mostly, it'll have much less negativity. Hopefully.

This has proven to be harder to read than I anticipated. I had thought it would be an interesting read, something I could relate to but by no means discover to be a psychobiography of myself written by a feminist psychoanalyst more than half a century ago. What I got is an account that rips into my mind and shoves into my face the less than ( Read more... )

- despite what most tanking classes will say ( Read more... )

I feel depressed. What else is new ( Read more... )

"If I am in love with you, how does that concern you?"

What is the difference between wilfulness and willingness? Ability to deal with reality, or giving up?

Cats are awesome. They're like this giant, warm, fluffy...fur ball. That purrs.

Hello, Image

The panacea to all of life's ailments isn't love, or peace, or any of that shit ( Read more... )

I'm more afraid than I allow myself to face. But I deserve so much worse, and even if I do heave a sigh of relief tomorrow, or a couple of days from now, that still doesn't mean that I don't deserve a similar fate down the line. But that's not the only thing ( Read more... )

i. fuckin. hate. her. so. friggin. much.

stop trying to ruin my life. stop being that presence that's always there. that keeps coming back to take away everything good in my life. repeatedly. stop. it.

just.
go.
the.
fuck.
away.

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