Hiding In My Fake Smiles

Why?

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 11:13:10 -0500

I have what some people need desperately. Food. An education. Yet, I choose to keep away from food, and fall asleep during class. I have all these things that are needed, so why do I throw them all away? Why is it that I’m fighting to end it, and people with so much less than me, are fighting to stay alive?

This is all I am. Invisible. Nothing. Not there. All hidden...

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This is all I am. Invisible. Nothing. Not there. All hidden behind a smile.

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The reason I stopped cutting isn’t because all of the...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 10:25:53 -0500

The reason I stopped cutting isn’t because all of the support I got, but because I couldn’t bear to face everyone I had ever known with them thinking ‘why does she do it? What is her problem?’
I stopped because of shame.

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This is one of the things that makes my like so fucked up, in...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 09:54:00 -0500

This is one of the things that makes my like so fucked up, in the form of a song.

KE$HA LYRICS

“Your Love Is My Drug”

Maybe I need some rehab
Or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession
I’m seeing it in my dreams
I’m lookin down every alley
I’m making those desperate calls
I’m staying up all night hoping hitting my head against the wall

What you got boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind!

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
(I said)
Your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love

Won’t listen to any advice
Momma’s telling me I should think twice
But look into my own devices, I’m addicted it’s a crisis
My friends think I’ve gone crazy
My judgments gettin’ kinda hazy
My steeze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a love sick crack head

What you got boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind!

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
(I said)
Your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love

I don’t care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you’re with me
But crash and crave you when you leave

Hey, so I got a question
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum
Is my love your drug?
Your drug?
Huh, your drug?
Huh, your drug?
Is my love your drug?

Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
(I said)
Your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love

Hey, hey, so
You love, your love your love, is my drug
I like your beard

Sound familiar, HP? Course it doesn’t. Not to you anyway. You don’t even know who I am, but I know who you are, oh and how I wish I didn’t.

The Truth About Llamas

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 09:28:10 -0500

Usually when I mention llamas, it means I’m going to be the idiotic person people know me as. But not now. Nobody knows why I like llamas, which is for the best. But the real reason I like them, is because they hide me. If someone asks me ‘what is your one wish?’ It’s not ‘I wish I could just forget her, never see her again, never be reminded she ever existed’ because then people would know the truth about me, and why I used to cut. No. The answer is ‘to be a magical sparkly llama that poops rainbows’ and as gay as it sounds, this is who people see me as. They don’t judge me for it (hard to believe, I know), and there’s no suspicions.