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Last Activity: February 12th 2012 07:17 AM
About Me
- Basics
- Name
- Lauren
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Michigan
- Details
- Here for
- Like to help and be helped
- Relationship status
- Single and not looking
- Sexuality
- Confused
- Ethnicity
- Caucasian/White
- Education
- University - Undergraduate
- Politics
- Liberal
- Religion
- Agnostic
- Zodiac sign
- Scorpio
- Interests
- Television
- Glee, New Girl, Charmed, Bones, Once Upon a Time, Medium
- Books
- oh jeez, I love so many of those
- Sports
- soccer
- Favorite quotes
- "Be someone's angel every day"
"There are as many truths to a story as there are people to tell it"
Blog
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Why do I make myself feel
unwanted, hated, untouchable, disgusting?
Nobody else does that to me; I do it to myself. Because people shouldn’t want me, should hate me… But when they love me anyway, shouldn’t I give them that credit? Let them help me, when that makes them happy?
Maybe if I were less selfish. I’d deserve it enough to be able to believe it.
unwanted, hated, untouchable, disgusting?
Nobody else does that to me; I do it to myself. Because people shouldn’t want me, should hate me… But when they love me anyway, shouldn’t I give them that credit? Let them help me, when that makes them happy?
Maybe if I were less selfish. I’d deserve it enough to be able to believe it.
Posted in Uncategorized
Why do I make myself feel
unwanted, hated, untouchable, disgusting?
Nobody else does that to me; I do it to myself. Because people shouldn’t want me, should hate me… But when they love me anyway, shouldn’t I give them that credit? Let them help me, when that makes them happy?
Maybe if I were less selfish. I’d deserve it enough to be able to believe it.
unwanted, hated, untouchable, disgusting?
Nobody else does that to me; I do it to myself. Because people shouldn’t want me, should hate me… But when they love me anyway, shouldn’t I give them that credit? Let them help me, when that makes them happy?
Maybe if I were less selfish. I’d deserve it enough to be able to believe it.
Posted in Uncategorized
Burning shivers and silent screams. Contradictions of my mind and body and surroundings that are some interrelated disconnected cyclical chaos.
See? That was ridiculously wordy and made no sense. But it’s still exactly straight the words from my head.
Writing lately, that’s what I’ve learned. It’s that when I let my pen exactly write my thoughts without clarifying or translating to real people phrases and expressions, they come out right somehow, but still fundamentally...
See? That was ridiculously wordy and made no sense. But it’s still exactly straight the words from my head.
Writing lately, that’s what I’ve learned. It’s that when I let my pen exactly write my thoughts without clarifying or translating to real people phrases and expressions, they come out right somehow, but still fundamentally...
