brilliance

so i rant on a site called gaia, on a forum called dirty little secrets. i was reading some from August to September and i was brilliant. I wish I still thought this way. here are a few highlights.

“i hate when i think.
when i think, i write.
when i write half of it doesn’t make sense.
my mind written in words is a jumbled up mess
that is never to be translated except by the author
herself. a numb realization of the facts of everyday life.
i’m trying to be someone i cannot.
yet i write as if i’m determined.
or just crazy in the head. the dreams and ambitions
of a young teen that seem impossible.
impossible made possible.
by me.”

“It’s like they’ll always have a place in your heart, because they’ve impacted your life
in a way you know no one else can. But you know, you can’t love them anymore
because no matter how many times you get back with that person things are always
different. You can be happy, but in the back of your mind you’re afraid of getting fucked over
again. That’s why I’ve given up on him. I’ll always love him, and he’ll always have a place
but things aren’t going to go back to the way they were. Never again.

My uncle talking about my aunt made me think about this. I really wanted to just give him”

august 12th, 2008 was the day i decided i wanted to become a psychologist.

“We never know what we want.
But we’ll take what we can.”

…a lot of things were painful to read.

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