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And the title goes to, third runner up;
I’ve seen the way he touches her. I’ve seen the video. Pictures, hell, in real life I’ve seen it b. He calls me crazy but I know what I cannot unsee. He touches them. He doesn’t feign interest, he goes all out. Close enough so he can smell their breath after he eats their pussy. …
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To whom it may, or may not concern.
Please excuse Joslynn from today. Possibly yesterday as well. I wasn’t there to see if she needed an excuse yesterday. But as history has been repeating itself. She’ll probably need a few from last week as well. This is the doctor, my name is of little importance, seemingly just like hers. More than likely no…
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A little less pain.
I am not asking for happiness, all I am looking for is a little less pain. You will never know how strong you are, until you have to forgive someone who isn’t sorry.
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My last birthday. Not going to happen.
I was thinking about all the opportunities in life I had to be something more. But I was always scared, and now I have my son in my life because of you. And I get to spend my birthday with him, because of you. It just hit me that if I don’t man up and…
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Trying a different costume;
It’s something. I guess, a person like me should be happy with. I should be happy with and grateful. For the opportunity to eat their shit sandwich. It’s something. After all, I have been told and believed I was something you flush. But I’m not. I have never been. I love my son, I wasn’t…
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Each Day.
My recovery works better when I utilize, not analyze.Today I look beyond the immediate moment of satisfaction and decide what is good for me in the larger picture of my life. Today I have faith and patience and can wait to make loving and positive choices. I am learning, to want the feeling of peace…
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Survey Says?
Survey Says! You are hallucinating, still. I say, “maybe if I talk to him about it again, cry or ignore it, it’ll all be fine.” My pragmatic remarks: “You don’t do that anymore, and I hate you for it.” Maybe I’ll get my answers in a book, a book I’ll read in the bookstore. Just…
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Time of death, maybe a year ago?
That was the moment, Right there, the final gunshot. No one else could hear. Only me. My reaction hasn’t been. I like usual put that pain in a huge compartment and tried with all my might to shove it as far back in our dysfunctional closet as possible. I could never make it disappear it…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 