As I close my eyes, I’m picturing a little curly-haired boy with skin the color of coffee after putting four creamers and four sugars. Smile wide with baby gaps in his teeth. Dimples deep enough that it made the top of his cheeks puff out like a balloon. I don’t know the age, but I … Continue reading A Letter To My Younger Self
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perfection is an illusion
Ever since I started Intense Outpatient Treatment for my substance abuse, I was really trying to figure out the root cause of my relapses. This wasn't the first time I went to treatment or put myself through rigorous efforts to try and fix the inside of me that was broken. I started the first … Continue reading perfection is an illusion
Lies I hide behind: Finding love or hooking up
I think I've made it my soul mission to find love. What kind of love? Well, the kind of love where I'm burying my face in Olive Garden salad, calamari, and seafood pasta across from a guy who doesn't judge me that I prefer the Denny's of Italian Restaurants. Or the kind where I ask … Continue reading Lies I hide behind: Finding love or hooking up
Lies I tell myself ~
I got a tattoo on my upper arm. I absolutely love it. The tattoo is supposed to be of Glinda the Good Witch, from the Movie and Musical Wicked. She's holding her wand and she's in a bubble; her bubble. In the upper part of the corner there is a crack. For those that don't … Continue reading Lies I tell myself ~
What the fuck.
I'm getting tired. Tired of myself. Tired of the cycles that keep repeating and the lessons I fail to learn. People tell me to go easy on myself but I simply can't let myself get away with all the things I've done. It doesn't make any sense to me. The people I wish I could … Continue reading What the fuck.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 