Today is a new day. Ghosts reappear and remind me that hindsight is not perfect. I am not perfect a…

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Today is a new day. Ghosts reappear and remind me that hindsight is not perfect. I am not perfect and neither is my story.
solardonut:
Which ghost was it?
asema:
@solardonut  It was one I thought I had lost to a past self. Turns out she is very much still here and evolved along side me.     Or the ghost of Christmas Past. Whichever you prefer. ;-)

Thursday Mar 18, 2010

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Salutations!
I hope that this blog finds everyone in high spirits. I myself, on the other hand, am glad to be bringing the day to a close. I spent most of the day sporadically crying, and simultaneously completing various errands. The bank teller was terribly sweet and she gave me a sucker as she told me she couldn't help me. I attribute her gentle manner...
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asema:
That's fantastic advice. Thank you. :-)
inks:
finding a woman to read with is hard now days.

bfa is a bachelor of fine arts

<3 good luck with your degree i am sure you will get it

"life is measured by the amout of abuse you can take, how many times you can get back up, and come back for more."

and "if it was not a challage would it be worth doing" two quotes i am enjoying at the moment...

Tuesday Mar 16, 2010

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My, my, my, what a wonderful day. The untamed sunshine warms the air, and makes it easier to breath in the Midwest. I just got back from a long walk in suburbia, and my spirits are high.
My first set goes up tomorrow morning at 4 something am. I have wanted this satisfaction since I was 18! Ah, how fulfilling vanity and empowerment are. I'm...
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wenzdai:
wooooo! our set went up!
starfuck:
and you deserve be a suicide girl too!!!!!
i love your tattoo, is so beautiful like you biggrin
thanks for the support sweetie
you have ALL MY SUPPORT TOO !
kisses! kisskiss

Thursday Feb 04, 2010

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Well, I've lost my damned mind again. But at least this time I'm at peace with it. I spent some time down south the last few days just to get the fuck out of dodge. To feel l ike I wasn't trapped. To see if the sun shines a few hours away, or if its grey all over this wretched place.
When did I become...
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Tuesday Jan 19, 2010

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Why can't I shake this feeling of melancholy? What's worse is when it turns to a sickening loathing. Perhaps its the weather. Ha. Or maybe blaming shit on the weather is a cop-out.
Today was productive. Inside my skull was messy and unhinged, but the rest of the world was cooperative.
I know I am too hard on myself, and I am taking that into...
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Tuesday Jan 19, 2010

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If my heart weren't trapped inside my ribs, it would surely be splattered on the walls. The blood red would stand out against the teal paint and drip enthusiasm in staining streaks. I've wanted this for so long. This skin is quite comfortable, after all. This solid ground is good for maintaining balance. Its all terribly refreshing...so I think I'll breathe it in.
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