Alhamdullilah. Allah knows best.
or parents. or sisters.
Do you know how badly I needed one of these when I had roommates?!
poetic way of looking at things.
Frances O’Roark Dowell, Where I’d Like To Be
Submitted by stripperwithaheartofgold.
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How did I let myself come to this. Perhaps I’m not as strong willed as I thought I was. It’s vicious this cumulative volcano of anger, and irrational fear. It shakes me to my very core.
It’s ridiculous.
Okay, so then what’s next.
Time to let go of the crutches; if it means falling to an abyss of imminent deaths, then so be it. This is my elephant shit.
Big words. Well, yeah, SO? Properly pissed now. Just die, bitches. I don’t care anymore. Swift, decisive, and then get the hell out. Yes, it is a war, with myself, for myself.
Come out; I’m not running.
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