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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:31 pm
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eggs, I think it's just you and me man. I should change my name to bacon!
since the guild seems to have gone from a slow crawl to a dead sprawl, I feel like splunking in a dollop from my stream of consciousness.
I was driving around town today, and I was thinking about life. then I remembered something my high school physics teacher had blabbered about only being able to feel acceleration and deceleration, but never the velocity. Isn't it funny how large gaps of time seem to just disappear in between key, defining moments in your life? makes me wonder how much I've changed.
when I look into the mirror, I see another wrinkle. another white hair. and I forget that my mileage has been and still is, climbing. I look like a man, but I still feel like a boy. like the same boy who always wanted to play "theme park" with the living room cushions, and got spasticaly excited about cheap happy meal toys.
I think our childhood is a side of us that often gets overlooked these days. No one seems to be in the same spot that they were growing up, and things begin to feel so shallow at times. it's always escape this, join that, new this, new that. I just hope that I never find myself lost down a road I can't come back from.
here's a question for anyone who's willing to answer. what were you like as a child, and are you happy with the person you've turned into so far?
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:54 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 2:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 11:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 10:25 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 8:09 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:56 pm
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I'll just leave it in white for those who don't want to read it. Just don't highlight. <_<
I'm the youngest out of 4 kids, and my dad got a stroke when I was seven. He would treat everyone like crap, especially me. There was one time I had a nose bleed on a towel and my dad was angry and wondering who had done it, I was so scared I had to hide in my sister's room for two hours SOBBING. I was left alone with him most of the time because everyone was always out and my mom was always working. He would get mad for tiny things that no one else would ever get angry about. He's beaten and abused plenty of times. When I was only in elementary school I was already thinking of killing myself and my dad because he was ruining my life. One of the most traumatizing days for me was when I sort of snapped at him for yelling at me and he beat me on the head, so I tried to run away from him. HE CHASED ME. My mom had to stop him or else he would probably have beaten me even more. I slit my wrists (I know it was that lame emo s**t, but I was a kid and I thought it actually worked) when I was 11. And finally my mom divorced the a*****e when I was in 7th grade, but since we lived in a sort of Korean community that knew about everything, they sided with my dad and decided that my mom was doing it because she was selfish and greedy. But she was just trying to protect me and my siblings.
My aunt on my dad's side said that we weren't family to them anymore and I couldn't see my cousins for about two years. My mom was extremely depressed for the next year and we couldn't even go to church. I gained weight from depression and s**t during this entire time and to top it off, I had some kids at school that were extremely cruel to me when I did nothing.
I saw this therapist during 8th to 9th grade, and stopped after he continually forgot about our meetings. The last day I came to visit him, I was sitting in the lobby and he came out and completely missed me and met with another guy, so I hid my face in a magazine and ended up waiting two hours in the lobby until my brother came to pick me up. Thus, I ended therapy.
I've had a boy in my neighborhood throw their binder at my ankles just to watch me fall and hurt myself, and he didn't even apologize. In fact I think he might have laughed. High school's fine now, but I'm still lapsing into depression a lot and I was almost on the verge of suicide last year. Hopefully things will be better in the future.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:27 pm
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