Monthly Archives: April 2013

Abusive Alcoholics: My Dad & The Hulk

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The door slams. ┬áMy father is home, again, from his nine-to-five. Happy happy joy joy. I’ve locked myself in the basement with a few pretzels, my laptop, and a glass of water. My stomach is sick…

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Sleepy Friday.

My eyelids are heavy, and my insides are hungry for something even the most decadent food cannot satiate. Perhaps I am longing for love. What else is there to long for? The light outside is bright, shifting into the gleam … Continue reading

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she’s calling me.

I feel okay today, but by now I am smart enough not to trust it. What goes up must come down. Hard. Last day of school. I am so excited for next year, but I am worried to be excited … Continue reading

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Anxiety and Relationships

On the difficulties of living with anxiety, and sharing your life with someone who doesn’t.

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Corgis.

And now, for something completely different. DOGS. Have I raved about how much I love dogs? All animals, really. I have spent many a suicidal night looking at articles on Buzzfeed relating to cute animals, and have been quite soothed. … Continue reading

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Eggs on Wednesday

I have such ridiculous titles. I enjoy the ridiculous. I am the ridiculous. I have strange thoughts, strange desires. I was hitting the empty streetcar seat in front of me, for a minute or so on the way home. I … Continue reading

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Burner.

All I can say is, reality keep changing. One moment, I feel ready, eager to die. Then suddenly I wake up- it really felt like waking up- and I am wondering who that scary suicidal person was, who was that … Continue reading

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Are My Hands Real?

Swirling through myself everyday. What does that mean? A constant shift, evanescent yet solid as iron, going through me, me going through me. “feeling detached from one’s own thoughts or emotions; a sense of automation, going through the motions of … Continue reading

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Mirrors, Shadows, Sunday Morning.

I awake, feeling confused and alone. Why confused? My dreams were vivid, long, and troubling, though not nightmarish. I bought a fish, a beta. A lovely blue fellow, who is lively and responds to me quite well. I drempt he … Continue reading

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Falling.

A few more colours dabbed on, from unnamed bottles. Doubling the dosage makes it an anti-psychotic. I’m on anti-psychotics. I feel that there is someone else in me. I have felt this for sometime, but never quite been able to … Continue reading

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