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Was doing some thinking yesterday in the shower, because don't a lot of people think in the shower?

I remembered the night I got promoted from 8th grade, basically a graduation but the school didn't call it that because it's only from middle school, not for high school. My family came. Originally, many of them weren't supposed to because we were only allowed a certain amount of tickets, but the person who handled the tickets knew me and liked me so we got more. I wore a dress and...

I don't feel capable of anything right now.

Blogging too.

I just want to tell you guys that I'm okay, even though I'm not okay.

And I haven't cut, even though my flesh craves it.

I'm so far away.

It's so dark inside my head.

I got a one way ticket to the darkness, baby will you join me there?

Right. So I find my perfect family and it gets ripped away from me. Apparently I haven't suffered enough. I am such an idiot. I always tell myself that I won't mess it up this time, but what do I do? Screw everything up. I hate this. Whoever this "god" is that people talk about couldn't have made me anymore of a screw-up. I really want to curl up and die. I just want an escape from this hell.

It's a question that everyone asks, but what is the true answer? Well, I imagine it is different for everyone. To me, life is about compassion for others. It's like the "pay it forward" mindset. Having deep compassion for others is (in my opinion) one of the keys to happiness, for everyone. Think about it, if everyone in the world genuinely cared for one another and helped one another as they should, life on earth would be PERFECT.

Obviously something like this...

Today, May 18, makes one year since my dog, Misty, passed away. Part of me feels really guilty that I was able to go about my day like it was nothing, like I shouldn't be sad. I had set my alarm to wake me up at 9 AM, the time that she was put down last year, but I somehow managed to sleep through it. So I guess maybe writing this will make me feel something? Maybe I'll even cry. But that's okay, because I feel as if I need to today.

Not a day goes by where I don't think of her, though....

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Thing is, it's not overly messy, it just happens to be that due to me torrenting some stuff, there are some files that exist in two places, so I've been getting rid of the double-ups.

The thing is, I ended up in my downloads folder, which has basically never been cleaned, and I found . . . I found some very painful memories. Of my ex. A reference she got from my property manager so she could move into her own place - even though she'd hardly ever been listed on the tenancy agreement....

If you haven't read my past posts, you may not know about my mother situation. Actually, none of you know it fully anyways, so I'll just begin new.

I was taken from my mother when I was 9. My father caught her cheating and doing drugs. My relationship with her was always...iffy. Back then, it seemed like one day she would love us, and the next day she didn't seem to. She had issues. Anyhow, she died in 2000 (I think) from Aplastic Anemia. My father remarried in 1998. My...