February 2012
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My grandma is in a nursing home now after falling, breaking her pelvis and cracking a couple of ribs. My half-sister delayed the inevitable for far too long, even though most of the family agreed long ago that it would be best for her to have around-the-clock care.
Things between my sister and I turned to shit since that time. I shouldn’t be terrified of going and visiting my grandma...
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Well of course, the one medicine I need my new mail-order pharmacy doesn’t have on file. Pffft.
I just spent 45 minutes writing up an idea I had on how to make mountain pass roadways safer. I don’t know why my brain comes up with this stuff and why it’s so random.
I am
Going to repair my life, build it better than before. I have an amazing girlfriend who supports my dreams, with her I can reconstruct my boundaries into something I’ve wanted for over a decade; true happiness and self-content.
I’m tired of the inner-turmoil that has, for the most part, reigned over my life. I cannot let it control me any more.
Frustration
It really angers me when I have to find things out through Facebook even though it’s highly important. It angers me further when I have to tell my dad about what I just read on Facebook and nobody told him, even though it’s his own mother.
My grandma fell and getting back up cracked ribs, and then she fell again and broke her pelvis. The docs at the hospital sent her home due to it...
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Am I sane? I don’t know
To feel depressed and knowing why is one thing but to feel depressed and feeling absolutely clueless about it is a whole other matter.
I love Layne Staley, and his fans.
To me, there’s something that sets us Layne Staley fans apart from other music fans. There is a sense of love and appreciation for the art that Layne contributed to the music world; although he faded away before his untimely death, his haunting and dark voice still speaks to millions today.
Layne isn’t dead; he lives on through each and every one...
AND.
I have the potential opportunity to get together and jam with one of Layne Staley’s old friends. If this pans out, holy shit.
To flat out knock someone out of your life who just holds grudges, refuses to see the whole picture, and only sees what she wants to see…
Priceless.
My baby’s asleep, so I’m bored.
Poetry time.
I love it when my girlfriend tells me I look like Layne Staley.
Such the ego boost
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Look down on me,
belittle me,
I’m just that piece of trash,
you can’t rid yourself of
And so I hide away,
in the shell I hate every day
Until I can escape from you,
until I can stand up to you,
I’ll continue to feel the hate you bring upon me,
and the hate I feel for you
Asdfgrrrble
Sometimes I hate my dad.
At this rate, I will be the first one in my family to succumb to a heart attack at 25.
He stresses me out. The way he talks to me, looks down on me, chews at me, makes me feel completely and utterly worthless despite being the only constant in his life.
I try so hard to tell myself none of it is true, because I know it’s not, but the way he pulls it off hurts.
My Girl Just Left Me
I wouldn’t stop annoying her so she left me for another girl.
Oh and although I’m blasting Alice in Chains, I’m still bored as shit.
How bored does shit get?
My love got a babysitting gig for the night, so I’m alone.
What do I do?
Park my ass down by the water, and blast some Alice in Chains!
My computer is constantly on the fritz. I’m pondering going and transcribing all my digital poetry onto paper before something ever happens and I lose it.
Good morning, my east coast/insomniac Tumblrwhores.
I must say good night.
I was going to write a long post about the whole abortion debate and my opinions on the matter. I have pretty strong opinions on it, but I realized I have no place to shove that down my follower’s throats.
To each their own opinion.
That awkward moment when you realize someone close...
I don’t give a fuck anyways
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Phoenix
One day you will see,
the phoenix rise in me
I’ll come up from the ashes,
and I’m going to have to clone myself,
because too many people will need to kiss my asses
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Hello Tumblr, I’ve missed you.
To my half-sister,
I cordially invite you to go fuck yourself.
To find out you’re publicly slamming me on Facebook (I deleted her but looked at her profile today and discovered it), calling me names and comparing me to someone who I am nowhere near in terms of personality, FUCK YOU.
No, I haven’t figured out my life. I haven’t figured out a lot of things. I’ve done shit wrong but I admit...
