I'm Meg, better question is, who are you? This blog reflects my life. It has no real order, but it seems to work out for the most part. Good luck, you'll need it.
my depression is cured
It is so good to look through here. Faces and spaces I use to dwell. God. I missed home.
I have a few messages in my box and it just. Warms my heart. I’ll respond soon and I love you beautiful people
Robin Williams because
♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ suicide is dangerous ♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ makin’ love is dangerous ♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪
fuck anxiety. fuck not being able to eat. fuck puking stomach acid. fuck depression and america and cunts. fucking fuck it all.
Maybe we’re even bad for each other.
He’s bipolar and I have bad anxiety.
He has anger fits and I’m overly sensitive.
He yells and I cry.
Neither of us can help it.
I take my feelings out on myself and he takes his… Well out.
My anxiety has gotten worse lately. Adult life does that to you. And I’ve been scratching again. I just can’t stop it. And he kisses my arms and tells me not to do it. He tries to make me stop. And it hurts us both.
He hurts us both.
We hurt each other. And we mend each other. And we love each other.
And that’s what it’s about. That’s what it should be about.
I don’t blame him and he doesn’t blame me. He blames himself.
And I blame myself.
And I love him. So much.
Day two of class? Drug tested and kicked out. Okay America. Thanks. I didn’t want my education anyway.
This is just a head’s up.
I like girls and boys. I don’t go to church anymore, nor do I hold the “Christian” name. I don’t follow the Bible and I’m just not a fan anymore. I’ve learned and I’ve grown and the church is a part of my past now.
So I’m not saying you have to unfollow me, or that I’m going to seek you guys out and unfollow you. But I am saying that I’m a new person. I may not post things you want to see. I may offend you. I like to say GOD DAMN! and FUCK! Those words feel good to say. And speaking of fucking, it feels really good too.
This isn’t a goodbye. It’s a hello. To the new me.
It’s 2015. I finally got the college thing figured out. Kinda. I’ll be pharm ready in January. I’ve been happily in a relationship and we’ve been living together, on our own, for over a year now. I won’t say we haven’t gotten help, because we have. And I’m very thankful for it. I’m also approaching my one year at Wendy’s. I’ve been a manager for about three-ish months now. Maybe more. I don’t remember, time flies. I know I don’t have everything figured out. I know I have a lot left to do. But I’m proud of myself god damn it. So that’s the shortest, short blurb of my life recently. I miss this place. I hope it hasn’t been changed. I hope it’s the same safe space for writers and nerds and fangirls and lovers and fighters and debaters. The place for everyone and no one.
End.
MY LIFE
Missing my grandma quite a bit today.
Robin Williams because
♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ suicide is dangerous ♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ makin’ love is dangerous ♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪
