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this cat is me.
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Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself. On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.
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mirroir:
Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief
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Permalink | 20:57 | 19.03.2012 | 39 | reblogged from little-red-wolf | # Fuck You,
You definitely have your own whore. And I don’t think I want to stick around for this.
Permalink |  20:21 | 19.03.2012
"Kevin, your fucked up.
You know, I never really thought about a life with a significant other. I never really had the focus to even care for a second to share a moment with someone other than myself. Well, it just crossed my mind today as I sat there wondering if everything is going to be alright. It took a great amount of effort to subside this heart eating regret that I caused myself when I thought about the night I had unintentionally cheated on the woman I overwhelmingly loved. After that night, I pondered laying down my bed, thinking of ways to tell her especially since I didnt want her to find out I was indeed drinking that night. It took me a day to realize that I should just be straight up about it. I should man up and take responsibility. But the day I wanted to tell her, she already knew about it. I felt idiotic. Stupid. It made me look bad because I wasn’t the one to tell her. Still, this feeling grew into a depression that brought upon graver sorrow than sadness. I was hopeless in being. I was nothing in essence. I spent my day away, drinking and smoking, spending my last wasted youth in bitter happiness of intoxication rather than happiness of living. Soon I realized I had gotten my lover back. I felt too horrible to even try getting her back in my life to be honest. I felt like a monster. I felt like she doesnt need a monster like me. I was letting her get away because I was, and still am, sickened by myself. I soon got her back through trying to win her heart again and her trust back completely. I still yearn for both for I know, I still haven’t won both completely. To this day, I have the strongest fear that one day she would do the same to me. I have reason to believe. Every reason. I make her feel like shit. I use to treat her like if she was worthless. I constantly disrespect and abuse her emotionally. All without intention of course. Constantly, our unorthodox relationship of arguments and anger continues to leave me with the thought that she will soon find another man, or maybe already has. To be honest, I think, or yet, know, that the reason why I am not happy as we should be in this relationship, is because I live out of fear and paranoia that affects both of us. She constantly always seems to know everything about me. Everything I do. And I know nothing what she has done in her day besides what she tells me. She once called it “Borderline Stalking”. I call it, “An act of mistrust”. I dont mind it, but is it really necessary? To finish it all up, My friend once said his girlfriend did exactly what my girlfriend did. That “Borderline Stalking” thing. And it turned out that his girlfriend cheated on him multiple times. My drug counselor calls it a type of paranoia a significant other will do, if felt guilty or fear about something in order for them to pry on you. So I have that in my head to ablaze my paranoia even greater. And then a made up rumor was told that she was cheating on me in which made me surrender to my suspiciousness. At that moment I felt like my suspiciousness was correct. But no, It was a lie that I was thankful for. To be honest, I over analyze stuff too much. Way too much in which it causes hallucinations to me. I live in a over exaggerating, paranoid and fearful, life. I used to think the trees were out to get me. The trees??? Haha, ridiculous right? But somehow I convinced myself it were true. I used to think my dog had a camera implanted in his eye and was given to us through a federal officer trying to spy on my actions. I used to think cameras were in my room because someone had put them there. I used to believe people would look into my window at night with night vision goggles and secretly plot against me. I would think my closest friends were planning to kill me. I would forever be scared to walk around thinking someone else is behind me. I would be scared that if I dont abuse myself, or everyone in my life would leave me….or so the voice had said. And now I think that my girlfriend is out to get revenge on me? Now this is fucking funny. I know its not true. Cannot be true. Silly how my mind thinks because I dont think she would dare waste her time on this as if it were a game. She would be long gone by now,….like if she never existed in the first place. Though I just follow her word over my thoughts. Why would I trust my thoughts if the paranoia in my past were just stupid? This is another stupid fear. A fear I must ignore but its hard to ignore with so much at stake to lose. This is why I call myself a useless human fucking being. This is why I think I’m the scum of the earth. Because of this stupid thought-process that affects everyone in my life. I let it affect people but as long as I try to solve everything in my head, then its all ok. But when I try to solve things…it turns out that things turned out even worse. See how fucked up of a life I constantly live with? Its hard to change with this weird fucking thinking process in which fear excels motivation. At the moment, I can think somewhat clearer now but probably in a couple of hours. I would fail to realize this realization. So since of now, I’m blogging this to release and vent out my feelings. I cannot let fear get to me. If I must get hurt, then I must get hurt. I cannot always be protecting myself so selfishly. I must think about everyone else as well. Dont let paranoia get to you…Stop thinking, and start doing. Start taking action and stop hopelessly fantasizing. Start living in the real world and stop living in your dreamworld. Kevin, your fucked up. Start doing something about it and start doing it fast. Before it all comes crashing down on your ass and then your left with nothing…..besides a heart exhausted for love and a mind filled with nightmares. Start proving to people that your in control of it all and show them that your worth more than the earth they walk on."
Permalink | 17:47 | 06.03.2012
If he wants to talk to you bianca, he’ll do it.
Permalink | 19:47 | 01.03.2012
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“Pachuca Sunrise” - Minus the Bear
This is a city for not sleeping
and the clocks are set by feel.
At this moment from where I sit,
none of it seems real.
Permalink | 19:36 | 01.03.2012
I screwed everything up, just because I couldn’t figure out how to word everything out into 146 characters or less..
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