April 2011 Blog Posts (44)

The wheezing and coughing sounds of the people around me awoke me.  I got up on my elbows and looked down the long hallway.  Row upon row of bodies.....sleeping I hoped.  Every now and again you'd hear a scream or a moan or a grunt.  The government designated this area as 'safe'.  Hey you I looked up and there was a muzzle barrel in my face and behind it was a gas masked face.  What are you doing up?  I replied Just got woken up by all this the soldier lowered his…

Somebody tell me what I should do... My heart is aching, as my anxiety gets worse and worse. The guy I love... yes him, the one who is always on my mind. Some thing is happening to us. He has told me multiple times, nothing can separate us besides death, and his mom. His mom... why? 

My guy's mom wants him to marry specific girls. She doesn't want him marrying scum like me. She doesn't know me though... how…

Of course, while there's amazing things in my life, there's horrible things, too. Nearly everyone has a story, something they've done or somebody they've met along the way, the challenges they've faced, or the doubts they've had. I've got a story, and not a pretty one, either. Life hasn't handed me lemons, at least, not that much. So what can you do except drink apple juice instead?

Life sucks. There's no doubt about that. Having to worry, and hurt, and try and suck it up isn't fun.…

A coating of despair coats your heart, choking it slowly. You can feel the weight of all the pressure on your shoulders. Carefully avoiding gazes of the people around you, you keep your head down. They all want so much, expect so much from you, draining you like vampires.

There is no hope for people like you, as you remain unseen, but used. Holding the pain tenderly in your…

Can you truly call it love when you honestly don’t mind if the one you love doesn’t want to be with you but someone else? Can it honestly be love when all you literally want is for them to be happy, even if it hurts you so much?

He says he loves me, and that the only thing that can separate us is death. I am not convinced. I have no self worth, and so I really don’t see what he sees in me. I am so many imperfections squeezed into one small female body. I know that no one is…

I am currently enrolled in a psychology class. I thought it would better help me understand what defines me, and what makes other people tick.

Yesterday we were going into a new chapter. We just got done studying personality and defense mechanisms and such, and are now entering a chapter on stress and on how to deal with it. We talked about characteristics of stress and some effects it has on us.

As I was following along with the teacher, it all punched me in…

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Every day I dream about you more and more. I imagine the things I’m going to say to you, and the things I’m going to do with you. Staring out the window during class when the chance is presented to me, I stare off into the sky, thinking about just what I want to do when I finally get the chance to be with you in person, and just what that would be like. My imagination probably spices things up, so I’m sure it really won’t be like what is inside my head, but still, I am excited. Some of it…

Hey everyone, Kitty here.

I wanted to clear up some confusion about my writing. Some of what I write seems like it's real, which is somewhat true. All my writing comes from some of my experiences and just thoughts in my head. So far, what I have posted are things I have written a while back! But I wanted to share them to see what my friends here would think. 

Although my writing implies I have issues, most of it is all fictional and just fun. I have a lot of…

My breath is coming out in ragged gasps and my heart is accelerating beyond its more comfortable pace.

"What should I do, what should I do?" I whisper to myself.

Hot tears are streaming down my face. I can hear his footsteps echoing in the hallway. The no longer sound like soft steps... everything seems even louder than usual.

My heart leaps into my throat as the doorknob squeaks as it turns. The door creaks as it opens. Stay as still as I possibly can, I watch…

Your anger scares me. It’s like a living monster in my dreams. It’s the monster in my closet, under my bed, in my heart, in my mind, in fiction, and in reality. It determines my strengths and weaknesses. My body knows when it’s around naturally, as if a predator knows its prey. It frightens me to no end, to know that your anger’s presence is around me. I will bow my head, on my knees, and beg for your forgiveness. I will make myself better. No matter what, please, don’t leave me. Your anger…

If I were a mistake, what kind of mistake would I be?

I would be the grave mistake. The kind of mistake that is always an accident, but never forgotten. The mistake that is almost impossible to forgive, no matter how much time or thought is dedicated to the matter. The mistake that everyone cringes away from, as if to make it any less real. The mistake that forever scars, emotionally and mentally. The mistake that one cannot stop, once in motion. The mistake that one knows…

What would you do if you thought you loved a person who mistreated you? How would you deal with your thoughts? Would you feel horrified knowing that even though you hate them, your thoughts keep returning to them, fondly? Could you be angry with yourself for harboring those feelings?

Sometimes my brain betrays me, loves to torment me, no matter how much I plead or beg for it to stop. It puts past traumas on repeat in my mind, sparks painful thoughts, images, and things…