3 Fucking Tears. Just enough to fuck with my eyeliner. Take off your blazer please. Nothing with pockets in the kitchen. Take fucking note You fucking whore. Sit in your discomfort Appear normal on the outside Calm Cool Collected No one deserves to know. How you feel is your business. If you share you WILL... Continue Reading →
Thoughts Surrounding Self Harm... I just want to die. I fucking hate myself. Just leave me alone. Let me be. I'm done. Nothing / no one is going to help. This (whatever you want me to do) isn't going to help. Be miserable. Just do it. You'll feel better. Make yourself miserable. You know you... Continue Reading →
Saw a homeless man walk by me today. Shuffling along, Lighter dangling in one hand. Pants holy and ripped to shreds Wearing a coat in unseasonable weather. And I thought, "Where does he come from? Where is he going?" And then I watched as he looked through a can of trash, Obviously hungry. And I... Continue Reading →
I want to scream. I sit silent. I want to yell. I smile. I want to live. I fade away.
I know I'm not a Mormon, but these thoughts can be applied to anyone who feels a little (or a LOT) out of place in their church/denomination/faith. Sometimes running from it isn't the best answer to these awful feelings of insecurity and weariness. And if we run, we will find ourselves coming full circle, to... Continue Reading →
*****TRIGGER WARNING***** Not that I wanted to begin the year like this, but hey, to my brain, it's just another day. I have been struggling with some temptations. Pretty massive temptations. The consequences thereof, I am not sure I could handle. I have NOT given in yet, but the guilt and condemnation that prey upon... Continue Reading →