May 2013
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Depression has reached a dangerous level. *ouch*
“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.”
– A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via phantomdicksyndrome)
I feel bad about not feeling bad about it. :/
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My mom told me a neat story about my Great Great Grandma that I feel like telling. When anyone in the town would get sick they would come to her and she would mix up some medicine of some sort and burn it in a pipe and blow it on the places that needed to be fixed, she would whisper things while she was doing it too. I always thought that was a neat thing. :]
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April 2013
21 posts
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In my hometown a small grocery store used to sell water in a can. It was the best water I have ever drank. I miss it so much. :P
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March 2013
28 posts
what it is like to live with an anxiety disorder
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no one ever congratulates you for doing the really difficult things like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or staying alive 2. every friendship you make is a countdown to the moment when they finally can’t deal with the missed calls and canceled hangouts every friendship is on a timer every friendship expires sooner, not later 3. you hear phrases like “bootstraps” over and over...
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My blog is turning into a doggie blog. But I am very sad and puppies make me happy so my blog will be filled with them.
