Okay, as y'all know my b'day was 8-7. Well, that day I was to be going shopping with my best friend Christi. Well, I got in to the car suspecting to see my one friend from Harrisburgh in the car as a surprise. She wasn't there. So, we when on our way and then Cristi's mother said, "Did you remember the bag Christi?" "no" "Sorry Sarah we have to go back to the house and get something I have to return." So, we went back to their house. Me and ...
I flunked out of the middle of my sophomore year in college. I had a girlfriend at the time who was having no problem academically. Rather than move home, I stayed around to try to find a job in the area. This way I could stay near my girlfriend. I had had a job as a theater projectionist when I was in high school, so even though I didn't have a projectionist's license, I was able to get an interview at a prestigious old cinema in town. They liked me right off, they assured me I could obtain ...
crimson droplets beed at my wrist the knife of love leaves its cerations I pray for the courage To push through the paleness of my skin My skin that im a prisoner inside Once my blood escapes so can I not sure if im finished or not
Why am I always so scared about meeting new people? It seems like the inside of my head tells me to assume that people don't like me, even if I have a whole bunch of material evidence to the contrary. I met some new people last night, and I am sitting here worrying that they don't like me, think I'm an idiot, will never want to speak to me again, despite the fact that I know, logically, that these thoughts are just complete nonsense. Oh how my head is messed up. I had a really good time, but still ...
An early fear of mine was visiting the nursing home where my mother's mother ended up. The last time I physically saw her her mind was gone. She had been taken from a private room and was now in a dormitory setting with rows of beds (much like in Air Force basic training). I was young--about 12 or 13 or so. She had never been a pleasant lady and I suspect SOME of my own mother's demons can be traced back to her. I never felt she received any pleasure in our company. To be very honest I hated ...
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