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lies.

Why do people lie? I can accept that people may answer a question dishonestly sometimes for whatever reason. I can usually get past that. But I’m talking about something else. I’m talking about lies that came from nothing. No questions … Continue reading

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my heart is broken.

My life is a mess. And my heart is broken. I am just broken. Mentally, physically… sigh. I can’t even talk about a lot of what is happening in my life because it pains me to discuss it. And what … Continue reading

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what do I love?

I need something in my life. Something that I enjoy. Something to drown myself in. Something I’m passionate about. I feel like the poster-child (although not a child) for depression. “Have you lost interest in things you once loved?” Why … Continue reading

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revelation. I had one. or two.

I originally titled this post “something is wrong with me” but that’s so damn obvious I thought better of it. However, I do think I am messed up because I had an MRI yesterday, and I now want to have … Continue reading

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I’m back…

I’m not going to add “…and better than ever” (that’s a thing people say, right?) because that would be a lie But I’m here. And maybe it’ll stick this time. I’ve been trying to get back to my blog for … Continue reading

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why I hate myself.

I debated whether or not posting this was a good idea. I came to the conclusion that it is a bad idea. But here I am. Yeah. That’s not actually me. But it doesn’t matter. And now I shall tell … Continue reading

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what is happy?

I made a new friend. Here, I mean. Not offline. If you thought that, you give me way too much credit. Hell, I can’t even take credit for this new friend. He found me. And he talked to me. Yeah, … Continue reading

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maybe you really like me.

… or you really like that I’m miserable. I will explain. (Sorry.) You know how I always worry about posting my personal struggles because I’m overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment over it? You know how I worry that those posts … Continue reading

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