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Dec. 6th, 2006
-throws radioactive muffins everywhere-
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wishing-wounds.livejournal.comI just wanted to thank Nurse Stillbourne for my presents, because I never get anything in the mail and it was so cool that she decided to send stuff to her patients.
-goes back to lurking, as per usual-
-goes back to lurking, as per usual-
did i even do this right?
Dec. 6th, 2006 12:03 pmroxanathedork.livejournal.comHello, I'm Alyssa. I was told I should introduce myself. This is kind of a weird concept to me, but here it goes. Anywho, my main problem is that I am a very anxious person, and it causes me a lot of other problems. Because of my anxiety I am very tense and stressed out, which makes my muscles extremely tense and causes me a lot of pain and headaches. It also makes it really hard for me to sleep. And the mixture of all this, plus a shitload of family drama and just a negative genetic disposition gave me depression.
I've been a mess these past few months, even though I just started a relationship with a really great guy. I don't know where I would be if it weren't for his constant support. But yeah, most recently I've been crying a lot and taking a few too many pills to try to numb myself. Over Thanksgiving I had a really hard time with my mom, but since that story is way too long to go into, I'll just mention it was stressful. Also I ended up telling my dad I never wanted to talk to him. It may have been an overreaction, but I think it was probably the best idea because his constant neglect and lying to me was just a little more rejection than I could tolerate.
Another problem area for me is my weight. I used to be extremely overweight, and although I have slimmed down considerably, I still am really self conscious and I hate how I look. But what teenage girl doesn't feel that way, right?
So yeah... I can't really think of anything else to say... but I wrote this poem in my spanish class earlier, so I'll just put it in to conclude this little introduction of who I am.
It's este dolor that no BODY understands
That tension you feel in my muscles,
it's my past and will forever be carried with me.
No me lo tomes, por favor.
Because without the bad, there can't be good;
without the past, there can't be future.
Give me a chance to see the good, please my Lord.
There's only so long you can believe in something
that you've never seen, como usted, Dios mio.
Quiero creer, quiero lo bueno... quiero usted.
But you aren't something I can have,
in my experience, a girl can never have her father.
No me entienden, padre.
No entienden mi dolor.
Sorry for the spanglish.
"She cried at the fear of having something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it."
-Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, the novel.
I've been a mess these past few months, even though I just started a relationship with a really great guy. I don't know where I would be if it weren't for his constant support. But yeah, most recently I've been crying a lot and taking a few too many pills to try to numb myself. Over Thanksgiving I had a really hard time with my mom, but since that story is way too long to go into, I'll just mention it was stressful. Also I ended up telling my dad I never wanted to talk to him. It may have been an overreaction, but I think it was probably the best idea because his constant neglect and lying to me was just a little more rejection than I could tolerate.
Another problem area for me is my weight. I used to be extremely overweight, and although I have slimmed down considerably, I still am really self conscious and I hate how I look. But what teenage girl doesn't feel that way, right?
So yeah... I can't really think of anything else to say... but I wrote this poem in my spanish class earlier, so I'll just put it in to conclude this little introduction of who I am.
It's este dolor that no BODY understands
That tension you feel in my muscles,
it's my past and will forever be carried with me.
No me lo tomes, por favor.
Because without the bad, there can't be good;
without the past, there can't be future.
Give me a chance to see the good, please my Lord.
There's only so long you can believe in something
that you've never seen, como usted, Dios mio.
Quiero creer, quiero lo bueno... quiero usted.
But you aren't something I can have,
in my experience, a girl can never have her father.
No me entienden, padre.
No entienden mi dolor.
Sorry for the spanglish.
"She cried at the fear of having something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it."
-Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, the novel.
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Dec. 6th, 2006 02:10 pmspooky-sez.livejournal.com[Mood| chipper 
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My skullerfly was finally finished yesterday. This is my tattoo guy's MySpace. MY TAT IS HIS USER PICTURE!!!
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
It took about four hours. It hurt like a motherfucker. SO worth it!
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]My skullerfly was finally finished yesterday. This is my tattoo guy's MySpace. MY TAT IS HIS USER PICTURE!!!
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
http://www.myspace.com/Baz_undead
It took about four hours. It hurt like a motherfucker. SO worth it!
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