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What can I not feel confident in myself? Why can see nothing good. Why do I only see that everyone else is so much better than me, and never give myself credit for anything I am good at? Why can I not believe in myself enough to show me that I do indeed have the inner strength to pull through when things get tough? Why do I have no self-worth? Why can't I just say, "I'm going to have self worth and confidence today," and it actually happen? Why is it impossible to believe that I may actually be good at something? Why can I not get over me not being able to see any of my actual talents? Why do I not believe anyone when they tell me I

                                I wonder if you have any one to read you cursive. I wonder who's belongings do you steal now? I wonder if you still consume that foul smelling clam chowder for lunch, I wonder if you get to see her now, I wonder who's hair you pull, I wonder to whom do you teach your painful, rainy-day lessons, I wonder who you sit with, I wonder if your faith is still strong, I wonder who gives you pencils; I wonder if you still wear that jacket, I wonder how you think of me, or if you even do, I wonder if I could help you now. I wonder if you kept my letter, I hope you did. I wonder why he had to tell you, or if

5-30-2012 Dinner. That's what started this whole thing. The third meal of the day. Cubed pork, biscuits and gravy. For the Health nut, the Vegetarian, and the one who's overweight. I guess that alone should have said something. But it didn't. At first.... We all got along decently before we sat down together around a dead polished tree to fulfill one of our many human needs. Maybe if we didn't need to eat, stuff like this wouldn't happen. But, I know that isn't true. It still would, just in a different spot. Like the non-insulated add on room that never really belonged anyway. We tried to just make it look like the rest of the h

Betrayal. It hurts. It's worse than and enemy's bite or vicious misfortune. Because you never expected to be attacked from that angle. But what hurts worse is being betrayed and not finding out, until the war is over. Why? No matter how many times I ask this question I cannot seem to find the answer. I do not understand how I wasn't worth your trust. I use to be. I was at one time, worth yours. Don't forget that. I almost feel like a fool. The way I was kept in the loop just enough as to not become suspicious.  I had no idea that there were others, so many others, that knew far more than I did. Why couldn't you just let me

Love, It's the most complicated thing in the world. It always seems like a good idea at the time. It's new, exciting, and safe. But something happens between the honeymoon and the graveyard. It's like it (Love) disappears. There comes a time, that no one can pinpoint specifically, where Love goes away and never returns. There is no way to stop it's departure. Maybe because we don't know how, maybe because we weren't watching it because we never expected it to leave. But it will. It always does. In the begging it seems so promising and we are drawn in quickly. And after it goes(if we can make it past that) then we somehow stay together becau

Crash. Thud. I heard you before I saw any of you. She spoke with a voice that was not her own. It was one of pain, But not just any pain, The pain of years of trying too hard for what seems like no point. It was with the pain of cutting your own stomach open and pulling out your intestines, Followed by your liver and then your heart. But you only had one arm with two fingers missing, The other having been cut off previously by your own hand. It took a long time. Longer than anyone could ever imagine, And after you finally have all your organs out, Laying on the table, The Doctor looks them over and says. "Their insufficient. T

Close your eyes. Drown out the screaming. Try to think about serenity, As the sides of your life, That you love, Tear each other's hearts out. Bite your lip. Talking's reaction is screaming. If it's perception that matters, Than I don't have one. There's so much blood. Don't hurt her too much. Hold your breath. Ignore the screaming about slapping. I'll sit on the park bench. Will you sit on the spinning wheel? I won't cry. It would be detrimental. After Britain beats America Let me at least recognize the colonists. Please. Shut. Bite. Breath. Slap. Shut. Bite. Breathe. Slap. Squeeze. Chew. Hold. Slit. Breathe.