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Please Help. Please.

I am very proud of myself for keeping my urge to cut under tight control. I haven’t self-harmed in a long time. However, right now I have the feeling that one of my most-used coping mechanisms is getting out of hand. Severely. … Continue reading

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Doubts… An Inquiry Into My Relationship With Experiment No.7

I don’t know how to write about this, yet I feel I have to. This is a call for advice to people more experienced than me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m having relationship doubts. When I met Experiment … Continue reading

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Sick And Tired

I think this time I am actually, physically sick. But it might also be aggravated stress due to being badly prepared for my retake exams (which start this saturday). In any case, I’m a mess. My eyes are all bloodshot, … Continue reading

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My “Best Me”? Or My Worst?

How is that my “best me” seems to come out only when I’m falling apart? I have panic attacks now, daily. The kind that has you hiding in your closet or breathing in a plastic bag. I haven’t slept a … Continue reading

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The Facebook Syndrome, Or Why I Haven’t Been Blogging Much Lately

I suffer from the Facebook Syndrome. As in, I’ve gotten infected with the “I want to present my life as a glorious, gorgeous and enviable commodity” disease that runs rampant on FB. Given that my life currently isn’t any of the … Continue reading

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It’s cold. It’s so friggin cold I can’t even concentrate on writing fanfic. I want to be somewhere warm and safe and preferably alone, wrapped in a blanket with my computer… but instead I’m in my boyfriend’s ice-cold, bugspray-filled room … Continue reading

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Doom.

It lies on my shoulders like a yoke. It clenches my heart like a fist. It’s fear, constant nagging fear, and I don’t know of what. I wish I could let go, but I can’t. Something bad is going to … Continue reading

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Trapped…

I am trapped, a lost soul. The cold is in my veins. There is no answer in the void.

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Writing A Paper Of Doom

I’m still writing my paper. The Paper of Doom. It is the Paper of Doom because I failed this course last year, so I HAVE to succeed it this year or I will have one major problem for my study. … Continue reading

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Ups And Downs

There are days that it’s okay. Days that I’m okay, that I can concentrate, that I feel alive and present in both mind and body. Days that I don’t curse the universe for letting me open my eyes. It’s those … Continue reading

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