Jwin1

I've always felt weird about my feelings. Namely, my feelings on love and being close to people both physically and emotionally. And now I know why. Over Christmas break, I watched some home movies, and my parents rarely pointed the camera at me. In no childhood photos is someone holding me. Plus, there was a video of my mom on a bender before she got clean, and she was a mean drunk. I was pushed to the back of my family, and that accounts for why I want attention, but not intimacy. I want to be loved, but I don't know who by. Just because the universe is an evil, evil creature, I ran into the girl who tried to get me to kill myself, and lea

Yes, it's Christmas. Yes, I did get yelled at on the street for being a ginger, then handed a rosarie, and told why I'm going to hell. I also received Pajamas. Pretty awesome. THE MESSAGE I know you're feeling sad and vulnerable right now. And I also know that you hate feeling that way. It's weak, stupid, mortal and just plain human. But that's all we are. Just humans. We're allowed to have our feelings, the good, the bad and the ugly. Feel any way you want. Let it be known. Everything we say and do has a meaning to us. Go ahead and let it out. There's a poem somewhere about a man who tells his anger to a friend, and feels better. He keeps

My life has recently become a hell of sorts. I'm sick again (but you shouldn't worry. There are more important things to worry about), and I don't really know. I feel like I've given up on the things I used to care about. I don't know what happened, but I'm just tired of wasting time on things that just weren't meant to be. Because of this fact, I've written a poem. Still can't do PDF's on this computer. Smile Your sick, sadistic smile The way you treat me like a child And however much I try You're always right there Your face in the hallway All the times I tried To shut you out of My life have failed I still wake Whispering yo