March 2012
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I’m emotional, yet logical. I make up my own realities, yet I acknowledge the truth. I’m not what most people see in me, and I struggle with thinking that I am more than one person. I’m not. I know that I’m not, yet with the events of the past few months - this is true. I shouldn’t be any more though. Closure. I question a lot more than I ask, which to me, means I...
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A lot of things to get through.
I am incapable of expressing exactly what I need to say, regardless, I will try my best. I’ve hit a mental block in all forms of blogging. I cannot decide what is most important to cover or how I can even begin.
Not enough change. Today should have brought closure. The shiny, stony walls and stony floors with an echoing heel click...
Six types of Love
Eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs...
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hellcatspangled:
i cant continue living knowing that arctic monkeys can randomly release songs any day they want i won’t sleep tonight
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Depressed people write more freely, expressively…. There’s so much truth in this unfortunately, which is why I have had all my best writing days pass by me already. I’m currently far too apathetic and discouraged; it’s time to start caring even if it makes me sad, wanting to tear my heart out and squeeze all emotion out…I just want to feel something, again. I need to...
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Dress code.
Today’s a fairly nice day - it’s the calm before the storm. The remnants snow has melted and the hidden birds are singing
Nevermind, I have no intro I’m just going to start talking.
I’m going to try to include both sides of the issue as best I can, but in all honesty I will probably just focus on my own.
Dress code. Today is the first day I “violated” this...