[stop it, girl, you are doing it again.]
picking at your nails and chewing chewing chewing.
blasting music and singing in the shower i am free for my favorite 15 minutes of the day. voice cracking, wet hair in my face, sticking to my cheeks. becoming clean. water meets body and i just throw my face up in the spray. besides dreaming, i could live in a shower.
weird, i know...
i've been thinking about medication again. i think its time to find out what my options are. i've been needing the cutting more and more lately. it usually happens this way, when i become unhappy with my current relationships, i start work, or i need my privacy and space and have none.
all of those things are happening right now.
i'm anxious and unsettled. it's like my lovely last blog explains. havoc.
so i think it's time to try one more time, to go out on my own.
i'm terrified and i don't know maybe i'll just wait for [] to leave to the navy and come back. but something needs to change NOW.
aaahhh my stomach is twisting. viciously.
my brains laughs softly at my feeble attempts to maintain composure :/
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I've worked with cutters for years. Tried it once myself, found it a huge thrill, and vowed never to go near it again.
So love apple soda. Martinelli's sparkling is the bestest.
we get the sweet mexican stuff: jarritos...
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