i am unstoppable
so wednesday im dropping 100, grabbing 15 bars. its been over a year with this so i can justify it, but still, its all part of the same …
My life is black velvet, electric toxicity, vibrance, vibrato. I am X, a variable, rated XXX and x plus v plus i. I am a rockstar. I've been to hell, tipped their bartender and decided that mortality suits me much better. I'm an insomniac and I've seen more sunrises than I can count. I'm a writer, a poet, an artist. I sculpt words and define experiences. My life is wonderful, and I am proud of that.
My life is black velvet, electric toxicity, vibrance, vibrato. I am X, a variable, rated XXX and x plus v plus i. I am a rockstar. I've been to hell, tipped their bartender and decided that mortality suits me much better. I'm an insomniac and I've seen more sunrises than I can count. I'm a writer, a poet, an artist. I sculpt words and define experiences. My life is wonderful, and I am proud of that.
I believe in existentialism, definitions, psychosomaticism, really great people, personification of anything, defying the laws of physics, creating a boneless existence within a world made of skeleton confines, amorphism, being intellectually arrogant, hop skip jumping, balls to the wall, conforming to the uncomformists, and America in its full entity.
I believe in existentialism, definitions, psychosomaticism, really great people, personification of anything,
so wednesday im dropping 100, grabbing 15 bars. its been over a year with this so i can justify it, but still, its all part of the same …
it is impossible for me to have a friday night at home just chilling out. because no, i have to be downing dxm, then call up a girl who just …
The official essay that got me into college...
I could not give a specific date, or even a specific instance when my infatuation …
in this:
angie- april, the love of my life, my one and only, my missing person. the day she told me she loves me was the best day of my …
I'm tagging this as tragic because it's pretty tragic that i got into college with these essays.
Evaluation of a 17-year-old insomniac …
I wishh I still had your number. the thing is I didnt store it soo that iff one day you were like im done texting all I would have to do is erase my inbox and I would never know the number haha its lame I know... buttttt I know you still have my number sooo text mehhh! a lot has been going on. im coming out. slowly but surely.
wtf!? I just noticed that!.. it deff said this face explains my feelings towards you.. then it was like miss you! I forget. it was cute but now its lame. =(
Just wanted to send along my hellos... hoping to hear from you soon!
idk if your on my butt im back on ds (wannabout=pLaOiSgTe)
miss you.
I was addicted to Vicodin and have been abusing prescription pills since I was 15. My friend held an intervention and I've been sober from any sort of painkiller for 10 1/2 months. I sometimes self-medicate and change the dosages on my own prescribed medications, but I'm learning to trust the doctor.
I am way too confused.
I am bi-polar with a tad bit of schizo thrown in. Before my meds, in my manic stages I thought I was the daughter of God and that I'm meant to be a martyr for human kind. In my depression stages I would describe my head as made of solid wood. Now that I've spent 5 years on meds, I can function without becoming delusional.
My mother died when I was 3 years old from cancer. My best friend died when I was 9. A few months ago, my beautiful grandmother also died, and it's been a huge blow.
I was diagnosed in December of 1998 and pronounced cured in August of 2001. It was 2 years of hard work, pain and sometimes I feel like I lost 2 years of my childhood. I am so thankful to be alive now, though, and honestly, I would not trade my experience for the world, because I know that it made me who I am today.
i first started cutting when I was 13, and although i would like to pretend i have stopped, the truth is that once you start it never leaves. it's been 9 months, though.
Ophidiophobia
i smoke weed every day. i should probably quit but have no desire to. i barely go to class anymore, show up late for my job and smoke myself obliterated daily. i should quit, but if i gave it up all i would have is school and work and doing all that sober would just be ridiculous and not even worth it.
I fractured my right fibula but played an entire season of soccer on it so it never healed right. Recently I had a bad experience that resulted in my collapsing on the metro and I don't remember very well but something definitely happened to my ankle. it's swollen up again, there's a hard bump on it. I also had webbed fractures and deep contusions on my right foot. i also have left knee issues. 29 seasons of competitive soccer will do that to a girl, i guess.