After my recovery meeting I started to make my way to the bus stop. It was an airy night. The sounds of the small town were noticeable but now alarming. I had my earphone in listening to TTPD by Taylor Swift on shuffle while a group of late teenagers, young adults, were stood not too … Continue reading Everyone is someone’s someone.
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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 ~
A letter to the crush who never knew he was my boyfriend.
Dear crush(es), El oh El. This is funny to me because as I sit here to write out my letter I am flabbergasted at all the guys that come into my mind. There seems to be a theme happening in this delusional mind of mine. All the guys I've ever had a crush on were … Continue reading A letter to the crush who never knew he was my boyfriend.
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. 