April 2011
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I AM 21 AT LAST
BAH! These antidepressants have me all kinds of fucked up! First all I want to do is sleep. Now I have transformed into an insomniac.
I guess I’m starting my day a little earlier than usual. I ain’t even mad though. You know why? It’s my fucking birthday! And not just any birthday, oh no… my TWENTY FIRST birthday! Holla.
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I forgot how much I hate my family. Get me out of here.
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WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HAD NO FEAR?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HAD NO FEAR?
One of my favorite English teachers raised this question in class one day. I think it’s very important everyone answer this for themselves. It will give you some insight into your own being.
I really wish my parents would stop taking my depression and making it about them.
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I told myself, ‘All I want is a normal life.’ But was that true? I wasn’t so...
– Augusten Burroughs (via augustenburroughs-)
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Razors pain you; Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns...
– Dorothy Parker
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Funeral of a Book
I love that moment, when you finish a book. You have to sit back and think for a minute. It’s like an entire lifetime came and went. And those few moments, right before you close the book one last time, you reflect on the good times… the bad. Your favorite and least favorite moments. And unlike life, we close the book. We put it back on the bookshelf. And then… begin another.
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Mamihlapinatapai
“Mamihlapinatapai: A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
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Ambivalent.
I’m giving myself a vacation. I don’t know if it’s deserved or undeserved. Out of sheer laziness or sheer insanity. I can’t tell between happy… depressed… repressed… bored.
I don’t know.
I am ambivalent. It’s become my new favorite word recently. Ambivalent.
That’s who I am now. That’s exactly who I am.
I want my old bedroom back. I want my old friends back. I want my old mentality back. I want my old life back.
Why did we have to grow up? Why did everything have to change?
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Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or...
– Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted. (via dankeechuang)
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