Fresh Start - Tumblr Posts
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That's all I really have to say in this blog so yeah. Can't wait to see what kind of people read my blogs
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Note to my ex.
Today my professor told me every cell in our entire body is destroyed and replaced every seven years. How comforting it is to know that one day I will have a body that you will have never touched.
There are nights when I'm lying in bed next to her, where I'm safe and cozy and I should be happy.
But I'm not. I'm restless. I'm angry without purpose. I'm stressed. I'm sad.
She brings me so much joy, but he steals it.
It's a little embarrassing. For a long time I thought I'd be touch repulsed forever. I thought i didn't like or deserve hugs and people touching me felt like a threat. Like a bomb would go off if there was contact for too long. Like my skin was burning.
Turns out that I love to be touched and hugged by the right person and I am so severely affection starved that I find it difficult to sit near her without being in contact somehow.
My only saving grace is that she is a very affectionate person by nature. Otherwise I'm sure she'd find me clingy.
I have prided myself on my independence these past few years. Relished in my solitude.
It is a scary thing to feel as though you might need someone again.
another
He told me people like me shouldn't travel. Trash isn't entitled to luxuries.
I'm leaving tomorrow for an adventure with my love. I feel anxiety, but no guilt.
Damper
It was bound to happen eventually. Truthfully I was expecting it to happen sooner, so I guess my surprise comes from having dodged it this long.
I flipped shit while in the process of having sex last night.
I couldn't even look at her. Even when I did to assure her that I was alright (I wasn't) I looked through her. I couldn't explain what happened; I still can't.
In the positive category, she did everything she was supposed to. She ceased immediately when she realized something was wrong. She held me, left me alone when i needed it, and then held me again when I needed that. She's supportive though a bit ( understandably) bewildered.
She keeps asking what she did that triggered me. I think I'm most upset that I don't know what happened, and despite my "You didn't do anything wrong" she knows that I can't say definitively that it wasn't something she did.
I am organizing and shredding paperwork today. It's an insurmountable task and it makes me sick to my stomach. It's the only chore that gives me irrefutable proof of failures and horrible memories.
I have found so many things with both of our names on it still. Every time I think I've got it all, I find another stash.
I'm back
Ok so this is my second Tumblr account tried having one a few years ago. Let's just say that did not end well.... But now I'm older end wiser.
*throws this down and trips* I did itttt......
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Much to their relief, they finally land on one of the southeast beaches of Kamahki.
A blank slate for a new year✨. Happy 2016 everyone!
Challenge 112: Fresh Start: Thrive
As someone who’s donated their hair several times, I can honestly say there’s nothing better! With a simple snip the weight you’ve been carrying for years is gone and you have the perfect opportunity to reinvent/ reevaluate yourself.
Elizabeth B.
So I changed my username/blog name.
