DAY ONE: The healing process begins.

Well, here I am. It is now 2:54 A.M, so it's basically day two. Oh well. Yesterday (day one), was the day I decided to try my best to forget the girl that kept hurting me. But that wasn't the only thing bothering me - oh no. I lost pretty much all my friends, and my family is a mess. I basically had nothing. I had plans on sleeping the whole day away, because I was so depressed, and didnt have anyone, or anything. I simply couldn't do it. I woke...

Today has been pretty interesting, at least compared to the last few weeks. Earlier this morning, I discovered something called "infantile amnesia" aka amnesia that occurs in early childhood. After reading a little bit about it, I realized that it describes why I can't remember much of what happened until recently, and I'm pretty sure I had it. Although this isn't exactly a bad thing, it brought back a lot of memories I try hard everyday to not think about.

Right after finding...

"I did something I told myself I would never do."

That sentence seems to go through everyone's minds at least once in life. Is it that we're not strong enough to actually say no? Or do we tell ourselves we never will just to deny the fact that we secretly want to? Why do people make theses promises to themselves, when in the back of their mind they know they're bound to break that promise anyway. Why set yourself up for that kind of guilt?
I guess I wasn't as strong...

Hello everyone in TH land (: It's been quite a while since I've blogged...woops. I've been actually having a life and going places...so time to blog is becoming rare. Anywho I was bored the other day so I decided to just start drawing and see what happened. As always, I started drawing a tree (since apparently that's all I can draw) and that led to the idea of possibly getting a tree as a tattoo. Yay, Nay? Well, after some photoshoping here's what was created...lemme know what you think and please...

S I havent been online as much and ive missed so much.
I nearly left but i couldnt bring myself to as all of u have helped me and I want to help others.

So ive been very up and down.
My appitite comes and goes.
SH is getting worse and im doing it more and more often.
I have been suicidal.
School are sticking there noses again.
And im falling, just falling, falling away.

hi,

i am writing this because i feel like a fool because i have just been in the chat room and i think that don't make a very good impression to other people about how i am and who i am.
when it comes to men i am a mess but when it comes to girls i find its more like me becoming bitchy for no reason and when i talk to teens i have no idea what to say because i am scared that i will be rejected and used again because of my kindness.
now i want to talk about this crush...

i am stuck between myself and someone else as i am always thinking to myself about if and when would my perfect man come along i mean in our days we still people bashing gay people just because there gay but i have nothing but pain my life and i have had two boyfriends in my life time and a hell of a lot of one night stands but for 2 years i have been single and that one question keeps playing over and over in my head will i ever find my perfect man?
i don't even know if there is a such thing...

i have been going to my counsellor every week and i have been talking to her about the problem i have and face in future and yesterday was great i talked to my counsellor about most things around 20 subjects were brought up but i can tell you its not fun to be someone who is hurting all the time like 24/7 and never has fun but puts on a fake smile to make everyone else happy.
god i hate pleasing everyone and that's why i don't have a bf or any friends for that matter.
i have done a...

WHY I ENVY YOU:

1. Jessy. For the girlfriend. Dammit.
2. Amy Lee. For the voice. Ahhhh
3. Tricia. Green Day tickets. GAH.
4. Dena. Hasn't got writer's block.
5. Tish. Has spare time.
6. Joe. I miss Ricky =(
7. Everyone seeing Muse in November.
8. You. 'Cause you're reading this instead of doing homework.

das endet.

ok well i don't know really where to start but i am going to write things about me and i hope that you guys don't mind.

i have moved around a lot in my short life time but i was put into state care when i was 10 years old it was because my mother could not control me that's her words not mine, but anyway i got hurt in state care so much people tried to kill me 4 times without success and it was all because i am gay nothing else can you believe that, anyway i got out of care at 18...