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"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You think you can come in here and you can spend ten minutes and come out with all the FUCKING ANSWERS? Hey, …
My name is Phoebe Morgan. I'm 20, & a British/Italian girl. I have a husband & daughter. I'm going to make movies & write novels, among other things(Psychology, Nursing, Teacher, Fashion Designer)...I have Black hair, Pale skin, & Green eyes. I'm Half-Angel & an Empath. I'm Eccentric, & Morbid, & i believe in Magick. I'm Forgiving, & I Hate no one. I'm extremely Logical, but sometimes I lose control of my Emotions. You'll never know me, but I won't stop you from trying.
My name is Phoebe Morgan. I'm 20, & a British/Italian girl. I have a husband & daughter. I'm going to make movies & write novels, among other things(Psychology, Nursing, Teacher, Fashion Designer)...I have Black hair, Pale skin, & Green eyes. I'm Half-Angel & an Empath. I'm Eccentric, & Morbid, & i believe in Magick. I'm Forgiving, & I Hate no one. I'm extremely Logical, but sometimes I lose control of my Emotions. You'll never know me, but I won't stop you from trying.
Music, Heroes, Knowledge, Youth, Psychology, Motherhood, Clothes, Sarcasm, Photography, & OTH.
Music, Heroes, Knowledge, Youth, Psychology, Motherhood, Clothes, Sarcasm, Photography, & OTH.
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"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You think you can come in here and you can spend ten minutes and come out with all the FUCKING ANSWERS? Hey, …
You've been mighty quiet for a very vocal girl. Hope you are well. Check in once in a while, I worry about you.
i got your letters
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!
I hope you start to feel better soon. My thoughts are with you. Lots of hugs and love,
audrey
I was broken three times, one time for each hole in my body that now belongs to him. I used to count how many times he ripped a peice of my soul away from me, but I've lost count.
In 2008, I died. But not enough to kill my body, only enough to take half of my life, my energy, my soul, & half my breath. I live in fear, anxiety, and panic more times than not(even sometimes in the dark, I see shadows, or dark shapes, almost people, and it terrifies me). Maybe I'm still alive, but I haven't been able to take a full breath since.
I was 14 when I started, 20 when I stopped. I miss tearing my skin with a sharp razor, a peice of glass, or just pushing a needle into skin. I miss bleeding, I loved the pain, the punishment, the adrenaline rush...I'm tortured by my own self-hatred, and the pleasure that comes from showing it physically is beyond words. It's the most dangerously delicious pain I'll ever have.
When I'm not wishing I was dead, I'm begging for the sadness to go away, so I can just feel "Alive" again. I can't remember ever being happy, but in the last few years, I have never had more sadness, never been so deeply depressed that only death or miracles could save me from. I hurt, always.
I love Hospitals, Psychiatric Wards, Schools, & Summer camps. I can't help it. There are people around you at all times, caring for you, playing with you, helping you, & teaching you. I've never fit in anywhere else, and when I'm not in one of those places, I'm usually feeling as though I'm all alone. This loneliness is overwhelming.
Emotionally & Spiritually, I'm attracted to females, but physically, I'm confused. I'd say physically I'm pansexual, because I'm attracted to who I love, but due to trauma, I have no sex-drive anyway, so I'm basically A-sexual.
When I was 8, Pat the teen from the babysitters. When I was 15, Manny, the 27 year old Cable-guy/pot-smoker/black guy. When I was 19, Josh - the 21 year old man, the only one i ever trusted with my life, my heart, my body. It hurts that I can't take it back.
I'm missing a connection with my parents, my step-sisters don't seem to love me like I love them, and my twin sister is a recovering drug addict/alcoholic.
I'm up & down, black & white, Manic & Depressive. I'm not really that upset about it as I have accepted it as part of who I am, or how my mind works...I guess it's just hard sometimes to fall down from my flying-freedom, where it's bright and white, into a grave down in the ground, where it's dark and black.
I used to suffer from anorexia(which i prefer), and used to over-excercize until it hurt, or I was content enough(bulimia)...In the last couple years, I've picked up overeating, which, although I don't look horrible, makes me feel hideous, self-conscious, and fat. I do hope to gain control of my eating, so I can be my goal weight of 115lbs.
I'm afraid to get close to people, because they usually leave..I can't handle even the short term separations, and usually react irrationally. This has led to me going to the extremes to either get them back(begging or punishing myself for whatever I did that caused them to abandon me), or pretending to be someone else in order to keep them as a friend(making up a fake identity, usually an online alias), but extremes seem to only lose them faster and harder, so I painfully suffer in silence.
When I was 15, i looked up disorders online. I found Borderline Personality Disorder, and decided it was me. Everyone said not to self-diagnose, but when I was hospitalized(again) when I was 16, they diagnosed me with the same disorder. I'm not afraid to have it, I embrace it. Somehow, it's just a part of who I am, and I like that.
I wasn't trying to get pregnant...in fact, I was finally aiming to put that part of my life on hold(as opposed to always trying to get it as fast as possible)...But somehow, Destiny knocked on my door and said I just had to have a baby girl while I was still a teenager. Amanda Starling Morgan, born July 24th 2008. I love her with all my heart.
I'm in a relationship with a man who has been Physically, Psychologically, Emotionally, Verbally, and Sexually abusive to me. I've heard stories of men changing their abusive behavior, I've talked to councelors who say they can change if they want to, & I have an undying faith in the man I first fell in love with. I Hate him, & Love him. I don't think I can live without him, & if I don't have to, I won't. I know i'm an idiotic dreamer, but it's my world, & my mind, so please leave me in it.
From what I've learned of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, I'm a victim of its relentless attacks. I don't have many flashbacks, but certain triggers have me shaking, crying, hurting, numb, or fearfully remembering what's happened. I cringe, I dream, & I live in the trauma given to me. It's like it's own country - Traumaland. I've lived here too long, the rent comes in painful memories, the temperature has me breathless, and I've got no safe lovely home of my own, or a soft bed. I hate it here.
My OCD is mostly fun, or comforting. I just enjoy it, and accept it. I count on my fingers the syllables in some words, have to stop the microwave at 1 second, volume's must be at a multiple of 5, I love to organize, obsessively, & I like things in certain order. I also obsessively create new user accounts for most websites I join. I cant touch foam, use pencils, or sometimes walk on sidewalks, or i get the chills, and grind my teeth. I dont know why- its annoying, but not overwhelming.