I Live: my life confused as hell.
I work: too hard to please others.
I Talk: too much sometimes.
I Wish: I were in shape.
I look: like a drowned rat on a regular basis.
I Find: that my self-esteem is too low.
I Smell: nothing but my hands smell like arzt :)
I Listen: when needed.
I Hide: from the world when I get sick of it.
I Pray: for guidance to get me through.
I Walk: "a step behind/in the shadows so you shine".
I Write: about my feelings.
I see: that my life is spirially out of control.
I Sing: loudly and often.
I Laugh: big and loud and I love it.
I Can: go on the Pill w/o my father's consent.
I Watch: television less often than I used to.
I Yearn: to get in shape so I can do track.
I Daydream: about finding a sweet, caring, straightedge, Christian boyfriend.
I Fall: often!
I Want: to get in shape! I'm okay with my body but I'm totally not fit.
I Cry: all day yesterday on and off.
I Burn: candles and paper and insense.
I read: too much according to some.
I Love: my friends.
I Rode: a horse regularly for about two years.
I Sometimes: want to bash my head into hard surfaces.
I Touch: many things everyday.
I hurt: often :(
I Fear: the dead.
I Hope: for a lot of things.
I break: for Love. :-*
I Eat: too much
I Bathe: in warm water with bath oil when I need to relax.
I Drink: a sip or two when my mom does.
I Stop: myself from murdering some people.
I Save: too much crap.
I Hug: Ricky when I'm really down b/c it makes everything okay.
I Meditate: rarely.
I Play: life with Mag.
I Miss: innocence.
I Hold: myself back when I really wanna smack someone.
I forgive: or rather, I need to.
I Drive: in a week. :)
I Learned: how to resist not self-injury by helping my friends.
I Have: to hear from Ricky before I kill him!
I Don't: want him to have done something drastic.
I Made: myself paranoid.
I Believe: in a thing called Love.
I wait: for Ricky to call me!!!!!!
I Need: to go do my damn homework!
I owe: Mag money, I'm sure.
I Hate: that Ricky hasn't called me!
I Feel: okay right now but that's bound to change.
I Know: Ricky's prolly okay but I need to talk to him to be sure.
I Wonder: where the hell Ricky is!
I applaud : people that overcome their depression and don't fall back into it.
I love: Love.
Seriously, better go do my homework. ::cries::
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