Hi again..
It’s little old me.
I figured I would continue my story seeing as it has been really weighing me down lately.
So, uhm, yea, here I go…again..
Things continued that way for awhile, but then things got a little worse…or a little better depending how you look at it..
My mother and that guy got into fights, a lot, and very bad fights..
When I close my eyes I the silence, I can still here the shouting, screaming and the faint sirens in the distance..
Anyways, they ended up taking some time a part from one another, that would be good right?
It […]
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Second Nature
I have spent countless hours staring at this gun, familiarizing myself with it. I dare say I know it intimately, how much it weighs empty vs with a full cylinder how much force it takes to for the hammer to start to draw back and everything.
I often hold it to my temple, and in my mouth dry firing it. Practicing for the real thing, I have removed the front sight on it making it more comfortable in my mouth.
When I first started doing this I would jump everytime I heard the empty click, I don’t anymore. I can now pick up the gun […]
First time poster on here. Just giving it a go i guess.
First off; forgive any typo’s, my wireless keyboard is playing up and sometimes misses or adds letters. Sorry.
Jumping into it then; I’m just coming up 19, living at home with my mum though my parents are seperated. Up until my teens i had it very easy, dad was in a well paying stable job, home life was fine, nothing abusive or any other stereotypical bad background stuff, things were good. I’ve always been intelligent, school always came easily, and social interaction was second nature, leading me to bond mainly with people older than myself […]
Part 1 can be read by clicking my name and selecting part one. Summary wise part one was an account of early life into middle school. Who I was and how I was and what I went through and how I held up hope. This part two will be the same but from high school.
In 8th grade things were nearly on the line. I was by this time seeing a paid therapist who seemed like she was listening but she wasn’t And when I reached 10th grade her doctor friend (who was a beauty) who gave me zoloft and kept a careful eye on me […]
Don’t be fool by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that’s second nature to me,
but don’t be fooled.
For God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my gane,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command,
and that I need no one.
But don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to […]