Ha. Who can sleep? I am thinking of calling our disorder something...like something cooler than that effing "Post Traumatic Stress" shit that the therapist shoves down my throat. What do you think?
Well yes, that is the plan. I haven't been so creative lately though. My fashion design job has gone down the drain but I swear if someone tells me that this is "A disorder battle....you have to be stronger than the disorder, overcome it" I am going to scream.....
*She knows there is something wrong but decides to drop it*
So, I went on a bit of a rampage today, my mom was out for the day and I worried or something but my room looks pretty much like a battle sight now. I tore everything off the walls, pulled all my books out, riped up notebooks. It did make me feel better though.
Wow, that is a rampage. Good that it made you feel better though. Maybe you should put it all back then do it again just to be sure. *smiles just a bit*
I think that putting it back together would be a bit less fun...a lot less fun actually. I'm sure my mom will do it later. Speaking of which....I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!! I can't take my mom trying to make me eat and trying to make me sleep and trying to make me take my pills...those things don't help by the way, they make it all so much worse...and then my parents fight because my dad thinks she is pushing to hard and my mom thinks I'm going to kill myself....in anycase...I need to move...fast. I talked to my therapist about it and she said it's a bad idea, so i think the sooner...the better. She doesn't know what she is talking about, so I just reverse everything she says. It's been working out.
God I know how you feel. *Reaches a hand up to run it through his hair.* Like I said. You're welcome here. I can give you the address...it might help to be around all of us. What do you think?
Yes...I think that is a brilliant idea. I'm going to let you know though....I don't really look....all that together. I mean I'm sure I don't have to tell you this but you know...I don't know....nevermind.
*looks at huge scar on stomach and circles under her eyes*
Its okay. If I look half as bad as Jason is acting like I do, we'll just serve to scare and unnerve the shit out of each other okay? *offers her a small smile*
*slightly smiles back but remembers herself and then frowns*
Shit, now your trying to cheer me up. Things are so topsy turvy....I mean, I never use that term, but it explains what is going on. I used to show off my clothes and wear them proudly, now I wear sweats all the time and those barely fit....what happened to us?
Something fucked up happened to us. Thats what. Thats the only words for it really. I mean come on...that kind of thing only happens in the movies. Thats what I keep thinking. Getting all fixed up kind of seems...I don't know... pointless.
I think it is too fucked up for movies. But I get what you mean. But how do you stop yourself from getting all fixed up on it? I just can't seem to figure that out. I still can't get that image of the monster eating....well...everyone out of my head. I mean, how can you forget that sort of thing?
Jason makes it look easy. I wish it was that easy. I don't think I'll ever forget it. I mean seriously though Marlena, do you think we're going to be completely messed up over this for the rest of our lives? Because... I don't know if I can handle that. Don't think you could either.
I don't know. I think that sometimes too, when things get really dark, and I try to imagine my life in a few years, or even 10 years, nothing will be the same as I imagined it would be. I can't even imagine the life I will live now, I mean I can't bring myself to eat, I barely sleep, I know the same goes for you. Sometimes I feel like we are the unlucky ones...the ones that survived and that everyone has it backwards beause the truth is how do you go on living after a tragedy?
I try to take it day by day and get happy over small victories. I found you, and Jason, that was a good day. I slept for 5 minutes and didn't wake up screaming. Another good day. I suppose, we just wait, and hope things get better....Even if that option sucks.
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ooc:I just saw this movie and I couldn't help commenting
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ooc: ignore the anon. It's me. Apparently I shouldn't be allowed to post this late
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*locked to Marlena*
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Listen, I'm sure your annoyed with people asking you this but....are you ok Rob?
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*Sighs. He is indeed annoyed with people asking that* Yeah. Everything is good.
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*She knows there is something wrong but decides to drop it*
So, I went on a bit of a rampage today, my mom was out for the day and I worried or something but my room looks pretty much like a battle sight now. I tore everything off the walls, pulled all my books out, riped up notebooks. It did make me feel better though.
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I think that putting it back together would be a bit less fun...a lot less fun actually. I'm sure my mom will do it later. Speaking of which....I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!! I can't take my mom trying to make me eat and trying to make me sleep and trying to make me take my pills...those things don't help by the way, they make it all so much worse...and then my parents fight because my dad thinks she is pushing to hard and my mom thinks I'm going to kill myself....in anycase...I need to move...fast.
I talked to my therapist about it and she said it's a bad idea, so i think the sooner...the better. She doesn't know what she is talking about, so I just reverse everything she says. It's been working out.
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*looks at huge scar on stomach and circles under her eyes*
Time has just done it's toll on me is all.
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*slightly smiles back but remembers herself and then frowns*
Shit, now your trying to cheer me up. Things are so topsy turvy....I mean, I never use that term, but it explains what is going on. I used to show off my clothes and wear them proudly, now I wear sweats all the time and those barely fit....what happened to us?
Re: *locked to Marlena*
Something fucked up happened to us. Thats what. Thats the only words for it really. I mean come on...that kind of thing only happens in the movies. Thats what I keep thinking. Getting all fixed up kind of seems...I don't know... pointless.
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I try to take it day by day and get happy over small victories. I found you, and Jason, that was a good day. I slept for 5 minutes and didn't wake up screaming. Another good day. I suppose, we just wait, and hope things get better....Even if that option sucks.
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