And if you are opposed to that for whatever reason, stop reading.
Right now I'm going to show you the current chink in my armor.
I feel like nobody cares, and I really hope its the hormones making me say that. But that's the way I honestly feel right now. Maybe its the most hardcore case of separation anxiety (that I have never felt in my life, no sarcasm intended), but all I want to do is hurt/endanger myself so someone can prove to me that the world would not be a better place if I dropped off its face (rhymes? This is worse than I thought).
And lately the idea of going out to bars and flirting until I am the subject of an indecent proposal keeps sounding better. I would never ever do anything to jeopardize my relationship. This is 100% about self validation. I want to be reminded of how valuable I am, because that self-love letter keeps getting lost in the mail.
This is sounding more and more like a therapist's worst nightmare.
Every day is sounding more and more like my worst nightmare.
But then a phone call (or skype call can save my life).
About Me
- Xlynn
- I live my life by song lyrics, have a chronic/terminal case of smartassitis and and currently taking medication to combat a particularly hearty strain of Don'tgiveafuck syndrome. I do the 22k in april to raise money for research. I appreciate your prayers. I'm also a sarcastic, habitual liar. ...sometimes. You will be my new best friend if you can tell me exactly what the fuck Paul Simon and Julio Were doing down by the schoolyard, the exact location of Carmen Sandiego, and the real words to "Blinded By The Lights" (revved up like a deuce, you know, a roller in the night?). I will date you if you can name 3 Green Day albums that aren't American Idiot. I'm a handful but my friends love me. good luck!
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