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Red licorice
I happened upon his doorstep, in late June of 2015. In hindsight, I can see Mr. Esq was the person that was supposed to reign me in, Gary’s way to control by proxy. Mr. Esq. Was my first step. I had been “thrown away” so many times I didn’t even realize my wardrobe was consistent…
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Spinach.
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The dysfunctional saga continues.
When I found you, I found my new universe in your arms. I found my perfect partner in you. I found love, affection, and protection in you. I found possessiveness, madness, passion, and insanity in your love. I found recognition, respect, unjustified sadistic pain, and grief rage that broke way into unbeknownst violence. And then…
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A certain amount of….
Stupid, crazy. Whatever it takes to keep you hopeful that today will be different, livable, palpable. Emotional and spiritual masochist, clean up on isle 2. Where there not so delusional MacTruck just did it’s morning drive by.
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Surprise me, I don’t need or want to plan that.
That’d be cool. But you’re the first person I’ve told and I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it yet. Until I know more at least. I never tell anyone about my health, I’m embarrassed to be so sick and on my own. The only thing I’ll say about it is I’ve got annoyingly…
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Keep looking.
“If you’re looking for an apology, you’re not going to get it.” Today I picked up a big room of my monsters and sent them off to Goodwill. I don’t need to hold on to an idea of how I think it was supposed to end. It’s over now. Take off your worn-out shoes before…
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He’s my delusion.
The delusion could be just that, a delusion. Maybe it’s my sabotaging what is seemingly turning out to be somewhat bearable. I live with a guy who’s kinda got the hots for me, sometimes. This is the relationship I’ve always dreamed of. Sorta. Pathetically, truth be told, my sexuality was put to pasture months ago.…
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Here’s your dream manifested, now how can I fuck it up?
My thanksgiving was quiet. Again. I swore last year was going to be there I’d say that. My dearest friend, Have you ever had an idea and you work and work for your idea to become more than an idea? Positive people would call an idea a dream. I think you have to close your…
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. 