June 2011
10 posts
I just finished typing and analyzing my life...
I think it somewhat helped me in a way…it’s my project for Human Development, and I have decided tumblr should see it….
0-2 years old
Biosocial
· Born on March 10, 1991, at 10:37 pm Weight: 8lbs, 13 oz, a little above average
· During the first two years, I climbed, crawled, and had advanced motor skills, I spilled and got into everything
Cognitive...
I'm scaring myself....
For maybe…I don’t know…a month or so now…I’ve been going on Craigslist personals…emailing….texting people…I never met them…well I met one person…but not for sex….and then, the other night….I put an ad up. I put an ad because I wanted someone to cuddle with and fall asleep with and have a few kisses with….I answered some...
Sex and Suicide
Sex and suicide…
Two things that are opposite yet completely tied together. Sex scares me. Letting someone that close to me again is something that I am not sure I could handle. There’s a difference between sex and cuddles, sex and kissing. For some people, sex is easy. It can be something to do for fun, something to do when you are with someone you like, a way to get attention, a way to let out...
A very long rant I wrote that makes no sense so... →
It's a little cold, a little empty..
It’s empty in my bed and inside my head.
Just a few more days until promises are tested.
I’m hoping that this is something right.
I’m praying that my mom makes it through. I’m so worried and scared for her.
I want my life back...
I want to not be surviving on pills day and night, to stop being jealous and paranoid and in pain.
I want to stop crying and breaking down for no reason, hating the people who just try to help me.
I want to be happy…I want to text someone good morning and in that good morning see everything I put behind it…the i love you, you’re my life…
That when I see a person and I...
Smile...
She smiles with her eyes, Her laughter contains her heart, On her morals, there is no compromise,
Behind the carefree stare, A happy life has a blackness, Calling out, but no one is there,
As the days pass in harmony, Another moment is taken away, Still, her disposition is always sunny,
Each day, another loss of life, Her struggle is a silent battle, Designs outlined on her by a knife,
Yet...
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So, I stopped...
I stopped texting you. I didn’t give you the amusing stories and issues and just talking stuff that you apparently like so much from me.
And you noticed…
Once night hit, you texted, asking if I was okay, what’s up, why I didn’t talk to you.
You said it first. I’m your friend. So, that means you may not need to hear from me every day. I guess this might be you...
