Revisit Past Dramas
The Late Bloomer9/30/2014 When I reached adolescence I (or should I say my parents) was lucky enough not to encounter the normal things adolescents usually go through (acne riddled skin, temper issues and mood swings). I was happy of course, I thought I could really breeze through life without the expected drama considering that I was such a drama queen.That was until this year, there I was smirking whenever I see a bratty fugly teenager not knowing that I would become one a few years too late.
Yeah I know, numerically I am a young adult but I feel, think and act like one of those teenagers I so love to criticize. I just find myself angry for no reason, my mood swings are the worst and oh no! my face is horrible. I have never had any breakouts before in my life. My skin has always been so clear, but recently when I touch my face it feels like sandpaper. It is definitely a nightmare. Unfortunately for me someone told me that I am fugly and fortunately for me that same person kept on egging me to go have a facial. Out of need I pushed away my fear of having facials, and just went through with it. It was painful I literally shouted a lot the whole time but the results were amazing. I have never felt my skin so smooth in years I definitely want to go through the pain again. I would definitely say that the pain is so worth it.
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Sleeping with a broken heart9/29/2014 I can finally say that I have tried sleeping with a broken heart. I tell you no one would really ever call it sleeping because you can never sleep. If you ever really did fell asleep it is because your eyes have tired itself from crying. You really won't be able to help it because no matter how hard you try ugly scenarios creep into your consciousness making you cry even if you don't want to. Then there are the waking hours, the moment you wake up you end up thinking about those sad thoughts from the night before making you cry again.
I have tried distracting myself by reading, but I just find myself crying even if it was a happy book. The happy memories that are never going to happen again just suddenly make me depressed sending me to another wave of crying. It has even gotten worse when I am alone, I read past conversations between us making me weep in my room with the knowledge that I have become alone in the world. Living life has just become distasteful for me I am actually contemplating on illegal drugs. :( AuthorShe thinks she is an incredible writer. This space's purpose is just to have a place where she could dump the garbage on her mind without her mother's snooping. Archives
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