does with my mouth count? mwahaha
in one of my classes, we’ve been discussing serious issues such as suicide, cutting oneself, drug use, addiction, etc. i then remembered all of the things in my life, in the past 10 or less years, that have happened to me. sadness overwhelmed me because i realized i have dealt with many of these issues through out my life, first hand. many people kept asking questions and they would receive a very proper answer, answered by statistics and hear say. all the answers in my head were real life.
then i became even more sad because i realized that everyone around me has no idea what has happened in my past. i forgot about it for all these years because i have never told any of my friends. i have things bottled up in me that i have never told anyone, not a therapist, not my parents.
actually, me writing this is the first time i have ever acknowledged it in anyway other than in my thoughts.
then i left class, went to the gym, and smiled because with the position i will be in next year, i can personally relate to many problems that could arise. i am happier and stronger than ever before. i have my demons and they will always be there in a way, but i am so thankful and glad that they have not defined me. so thankful.
so it seems that tumblr is the only appropriate place i have on the internet to say/post some things. the most “private” per se. twitter-my parents. facebook-everyone else. so i can only say this here:
i like when my roommate isn’t here so i can walk around and dance to madonna in my underwear.
“YOU’RE IN CONTROL, JUST LIKE A CHILD”
Vanessa girl! why didn’t you say hi?
i cannot stand taylor momsen
and chances are, i probably cannot stand you either.
I would like closure.
that is a negative.
how do you have a long vagina? and no. so it’s obviously not that long…
wherever you feel like taking a dump.
Oh my lordy I was just thinking about seeing you! Agreed! Friends we are hehe
i probs did. i sweat like a mother cusser.
I luv ya language. you’re so misterius.
OMG WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME? Marry-Lennon. I feel like I’m already half there since I’m rumored to be asian. Oh Yoko…hmm “fuck” (or make love?) to Zooey. No homo? And ahh I could never kill anyone. So I’d say I’d “hurt” yeezy, out of my passion for his lyrics of course. Then marry and make luv to hiiim!
YES AND YES.