| I'm sorry to all my fellow bloggers but I've left this world. The blogging world, that is. If you're curious enough, you can probably find me sailing over livejournal. Not lurking, not blogging, only participating. Basically, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm alive and well and I hope you are too! Bon voyage! |
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| Has anyone ever told you they hated you and meant it? Afterwards, that feeling of your blood searing underneath your skin, like poison slowly making its way to your heart? I have. Recently. It's not right. Apparently, I don't even exist anymore. But that's what happens when someone haunts you like a ghost until you've been eaten alive in what looks to be a perfectly normal body with a functioning heart and a smile just like everyone else. If I don't exist, and all the others don't exist, that makes you nothing short of a raging lunatic. Have fun talking with all your imaginary friends. The sad part about the whole thing is, though, I may or may not have convinced myself at some time that that's exactly what I deserved. I've been emotionally torturing myself for years. Sometimes it's just easier to take the blame and kill yourself over the guilt rather than try and change the past. |
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| In Kansas, the ground tells the sky: Go ahead, rain. And it does. A lot. Have you ever played Loco Roco? It's so cute I could die. |
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| But I wonder if all women are born with this natural ability to be undeniably difficult. Because I'll admit, I'm very good at it. Unintentionally, of course. |
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| I read this today in the Spirit to Serve Daily News as part of a recipe for beer bread: You already know how to put a bun in the oven. Now it's time to go all the way. I cut my hair again. It's pretty feisty, if I do say so myself. Oh, and Liz's car is dead. Woe. |
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