December 2011
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“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them...”
– Hermann Hesse (via arreter)
Fuck You, Sleeping with Sirens (CeeLo Green...
And, it’s bedtime. Today didn’t suck as much as yesterday.
#progress.
Goals
Healthy and Happy.
They’re non-negotiable.
Presents for Ab this year: A revolver from my father and a panda pillow pet and three multipacks of gum from my mother. Sweet, I can use the gun to shoot the panda while chewing the gum so my ears can pop. I also got a USB drive and a Dr. Pepper t-shirt which my mother addressed as being from ‘The Doctor’ (whovian reference anyone?).. and I got an updated Atlas.
My mother got me the...
Hah..hope..reckless little thing.
I’m headed up to Christmas Eve at my aunt’s with most of my immediate family. I’m going to church with them although I’m not taking communion and some other aspects of the service I won’t participate in. Mom wants me there regardless of all of that, so I think we’ve taken a step forward. At least, that’s what I hope for.
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I give myself these past days free of guilt.
called home a couple of hours ago because i’m in a funk and the anxiety is piling on. mom was drunk. apparently, i’m not a starving homeless child in africa so i don’t have any room to be upset.
i can’t handle me right now.
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I’m having trouble breathing. I need to let go.
For Dev, who will see this not at the 6 o'clock in... →
this week.
this never-ending paper. these three exams. rehearsal. home.
and, I’m back on Facebook—meh. I don’t want, but I am embracing.
I keep such odd hours..even for a college student.
However I have to rationalize it to
myself, I am going to walk into every situation with the classiest of swags.
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“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man...”
– Theodore Roosevelt (via her0inchic)
“I want to creep and take a sap, five-ever.”
– cry+sleep=creep, sad+nap=sap. five-ever>fo(u)rever.
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I need to step away from myself for a while.
