March 2012
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Sweat the small stuff
People obsess over the shit in life that ends up meaning nothing. Someone says something you don’t like, you don’t get the nicest things, you get a bad grade. My younger sister was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis. A disease that affects her muscular system weakening her muscles and affecting her daily life. Now I am with her in the hospital with her where she will be for the next...
Mar 1st
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Mar 1st
February 2012
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Feb 29th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 27th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 25th
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Now What?
It is about that time again. The month of february and the third chapter of this Tracing My Life saga is comming to a close. I look to you my followers and anyone just stumbling across this post to aid me in discovering what will be the focus for my next month. Would you like me to go back to writing? Perhaps a short story a day? Or would you like to see something different? I am open to expanding...
Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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On the other side
Here is to another night spent laying awake. At least I got some sleep tonight, a few magical hours I wish would not end. A sweet dream I never want to wake from, because when I do all it brings is sadness due to its fallacy. Now I’m left to lay here alone dissecting and analyzing each minute detail of my midnight wonderland in order to discover its meaning or purpose. Farewell for now...
Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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Feb 20th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 7th
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Just another one of those days
I’ve been having a lot of them lately. I mean is it really so much to ask for, just one day that I don’t want to physically harm someone. It’s been a while since I’ve had a real and honest good day that leaves me to think. What did I do to deserve this. Really though, who the hell did I piss off in heaven or where the fuck ever to have all this shit. Now I know I am not the...
Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 3rd
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Anonymous Alcoholic
I never thought I would ever understand why my father drank. From the moment my parents separated I don’t think he was sober for more than a few hours at a time. I could never understand why. I thought logically. It doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t work. Why do it then? Now I get it. I understand the sense of pain and loss my father felt. I can...
Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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