Cruel Intentions
When the pincers sink,
Reconnect. Reconnect. Reconnect.
It resides within me, I feel it, it is tangible. Limitations and restrictions cannot bind me longer, I need severance to feel free.
I have censored myself and past while spent in sedation is the result. Its bittersweet the hours spent to myself, sensing the resolve within me. I want him here with me but hes right, I shouldnt be with another until I can be with myself. Its been easier to write in some sense and writing is definetly my greatest pleasure even if its journal ramblings or odd notes here and there.
Im signing up for next semesters classes and I am relieved its finally arrived.
In reading my American Girl book, I remembered why I picked it up in the first place. Of all the books I have ever read, I identify most with this protagonist and its even striking me as odd the syncronies that are appearing. Her way of rambling and style is much like my own although far more organized and deleveoped. Its tedious in some areas but her involvment with Jack and Kate and her mother echo so clearly with my own relationships.
I am covered in skin.
Yet it feels foreign.
This body does not belong to me.
Although I am contained and subjected to it.
Reconnect. Reconnect. Reconnect.
It resides within me, I feel it, it is tangible. Limitations and restrictions cannot bind me longer, I need severance to feel free.
I have censored myself and past while spent in sedation is the result. Its bittersweet the hours spent to myself, sensing the resolve within me. I want him here with me but hes right, I shouldnt be with another until I can be with myself. Its been easier to write in some sense and writing is definetly my greatest pleasure even if its journal ramblings or odd notes here and there.
Im signing up for next semesters classes and I am relieved its finally arrived.
In reading my American Girl book, I remembered why I picked it up in the first place. Of all the books I have ever read, I identify most with this protagonist and its even striking me as odd the syncronies that are appearing. Her way of rambling and style is much like my own although far more organized and deleveoped. Its tedious in some areas but her involvment with Jack and Kate and her mother echo so clearly with my own relationships.
I am covered in skin.
Yet it feels foreign.
This body does not belong to me.
Although I am contained and subjected to it.