Tag Archives: anxiety

am I?

When I’m alone with this I want to call for you but it doesn’t matter how much you care or don’t you won’t know what to say and that’s not your fault I count on no one not even myself … Continue reading

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scared.

I am scared. I think my denial has gone too far but I’ve not been able to stop it or get out of it. Warning… colorful language ahead. I assume. I haven’t written this yet, but I already know. And … Continue reading

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trapped.

Trapped in this box Only big enough for one Somehow I know It could be twice the size Yet I would remain alone I understand You cannot fix me I never asked for a miracle But you can love me … Continue reading

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single white paranoid nutball.

Have you ever happened across a blog and started reading and suddenly realize that everything you were reading sounded like you wrote the words yourself? Some of the posts even have titles close – nearly identical – to your own? This … Continue reading

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moment.

The moment you go you return I need a break complete separation You can have some of my time but you cannot take it all from me You are hell and nightmares You should stay away from me when it … Continue reading

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school and the end.

Today is August 31st. (I’m sure by the time I hit publish, it will be September 1st…) And as much as August is my enemy, it sucks that it’s ending. Warning/Disclaimer/Apology: Sorry for the less-than-joyful nature of this post. I … Continue reading

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the truth is…

The truth is… I’ve been hiding again. The truth is… I don’t know if posting this is a good idea. (Oh, hell, I’m sure it’s not. But apparently, I’m an idiot.) The truth is… sometimes talking about certain things make … Continue reading

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is this a fail?

[Sorry, I’m a self-centered bitch today… and I really hope you don’t all think I’m a complete nutball. I swear, there is more to me than this. Boobs, for example.] Why is it that no matter what I do I … Continue reading

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