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Haha. He's great. His life reminds me to slow myself down & that there are things I can do right, like raise an awesome cat.
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tarsila
I'm sorry to hear you're suffering. Maybe when you're done, I can read you?
4 days ago
Drop the façade. You don't care that much.
4 days ago
What causes this excrutiating mental anguish? Why can't I make it stop?
4 days ago
If I kill myself slowly, maybe no one will notice.
4 days ago
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Recent Posts
This Is My Ugly Side
Freewriting Panic Attack: There’s Never Enough to Cry About
I Know I Need Too Much.
Just Another Bisexual Who Wants It All
I Want to Stop Writing About What Happened to Me.
Jesus was weird.
Why do I feel so certain nothing I could possibly think of writing is worthy of even an iPhone note?
Quarter-Life Crisis
Let’s Try This Again, Shall We?
I Wrote This While I Was Deliriously Tired at Work.
Recent Comments
Anonymous on
Jesus was weird.
Luiza on
I Know I Need Too Much.
bradamant on
I Know I Need Too Much.
Luz
on
Why do I feel so certain nothing I could possibly think of writing is worthy of even an iPhone note?
Luz
on
I Want to Stop Writing About What Happened to Me.
Luiza on
Why do I feel so certain nothing I could possibly think of writing is worthy of even an iPhone note?
Luiza on
I Want to Stop Writing About What Happened to Me.
Luz
on
Let’s Try This Again, Shall We?
Hmm. Kinda looks like the inside of my head. Oh, wait. It is!
abuse
adulthood
affective disorder
altruism
analyzing
anger
apologies
bipolar
bisexuality
breakthrough
clonazepam
community of the abused
coping
crying
depression
disgust
downswing
elsewhere
fantasies
fear
flashbacks
friendship
guilt
love
medication
mental anguish
mental illness
pain
parents
post traumatic stress disorder
PTSD
rape
relationships
relaxing
running
screams
self-observation
sex
suffering
therapy
trauma
upswing
women
writing
xswing (cuz who the hell knows sometimes)
Sites of Note
A wonderful blog about dealing with mental illness
Amazing Mental Health and Sexual Assault Forum
Follow me on Twitter
hardhang.com
National Organization for Women
RAINN
The Hard Hang
The United Nations’ international list of resources for acts of violence against women
yellowson.org
Luz as the Cookie Monster: Feed me! hehe.
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