tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358081992544418012024-03-06T02:40:15.125-05:00Gaia's Blog“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.”
~ HeraclitusAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-9458326096368533332015-12-13T22:03:00.001-05:002015-12-13T22:03:08.021-05:00I can do this.The first Wal-Mart was noisy. This one is better. It warm for December so this is better. No allergy attacks. I am safer in my car than I was with him. I need to laundry if for no other reason to clean my car out. Also I have extra blankets that I may need eventually. <div><br></div><div>I can do this. I make this work. I do want to find a couple of other places to park so I don't become a fixture though. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-34334933181163621782015-12-11T23:25:00.001-05:002015-12-11T23:38:21.992-05:00Catch up, living out of my car.So I was staying with a guy who is dating a friend of mine and that was a mistake in itself. <div><br></div><div>The guy I played with totally screwed me. His wife didn't know. He is saying I made it up and a whole bunch of other stuff. I won't talk to him at all, now. He used me. The thing I I am not even mad he hurt me I am mad he hurt her. </div><div><br></div><div>Back to the guy I was staying with he wanted me to cut my over time to clean his place, his chore list looked more like something to expect from dom type. He also has made statements in the last couple of weeks that I needed to have my ass beat again, and he should just do it. I decided I should get out while I had choice. I am spending the night in my car with blankets. It isn't too bad. Tax season is right around the corner.... I can do this. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-71628316002926253802015-08-24T10:41:00.001-04:002015-08-24T10:44:13.899-04:00Eviction.So this just a quick update.<br />
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I got evicted because I couldn't afford my apartment. I need to get my bills caught up and spend more time workings. I need to find a new job. </div>
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My cat isn't with me. She is at another place. I am just trying to breathe. I am sleeping on a couch right now. I am just so tired of it all.<br />
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I am feeling suicidal but I can't say anything to anyone about that. Perhaps not suicidal but definitely want to cut. Far more than usual. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-15397089906917609632015-07-14T01:04:00.000-04:002015-07-14T01:04:00.788-04:00Wtf was that? And Poly? I have thoughts. I have stuff I need to get out. I am not sure how to say it. I am not sure if what happen is worthy of talking about. I sort of played with someone on Saturday night. I am not sure if it was play. It was new. He didn't hurt me. He barely touched even me. He was able to put me like almost on a different plane just by talking. I don't know what to even call it. It certainly messed with my head in a good way. <br />
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I thought it was clear where we stood. I thought he was married, so just play. But recent convo has led me to think it may end up with more. I don't know how to deal with that portion.<br />
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For the record his wife knows he plays. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-91298530264113403602015-06-27T15:43:00.000-04:002015-06-27T15:43:37.945-04:00America has not been a forerunner in giving equality, as it should.Even as a little girl when I was being raised as a Christian I was also taught to be grateful to be in America, where we are allowed to worship as we please. Now, as an adult, as an agnostic, this freedom, means the freedom not to worship. This also means that we are surrounded by those who are different yet deserve the same rights.<br />
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In a group that prays, I bite my tongue and remain quiet until they are done. I choose not pray, but I don't say out law it. <br />
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I am pro-choice, so long as the fetus is not viable. Perhaps I won't agree with every woman's reason but I don't think the government should share what is acceptable. If I become pregnant I will miscarry, so really abortion is not a question I have been faced with. One thing I do know, is that no woman should be forced to have an abortion nor forced to be sterilized. <br />
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With regards to marriage, it is very likely when I marry, it will be to a man. Same sex marriage does not lessen the value of heterosexual marriages. Same-sex marriage should simply make you happy that you live in a country that allows you to marry who you please. That you marry who you love. That the government doesn't dictate who you love. <br />
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It is my opinion that America should have been the first to give the freedom to marry, nation wide, but in looking back to history, America has not been a forerunner in giving equality, as it should.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-59504785482711664072015-06-21T15:22:00.000-04:002015-06-21T15:22:03.360-04:00FriendsYesterday, I spent the day helping a friend who was having a crises. It felt good to be there for someone else. It showed me that yes I can continue to be someone who cares. That I have that left in me.<br />
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I tired today though. I must go to work tomorrow. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-68664736797456304282015-06-20T01:04:00.001-04:002015-06-20T01:06:53.513-04:00Being alone I suck at being alone, on my own. No one to take care of, to cook for, to clean for. No one to tell me when to do stuff, to make sure I go to work.<br />
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Yes I am lonely, but I am pissed off that I can't do it on my own. I want to do it on my own but I don't know how. <br />
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I don't know how to find someone. I tried Cupid, it sucked. I did Alt in the past and that was just bad. I don't know how to date.<br />
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Life sucks. I don't know how to make it better.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-86402606186158185742015-06-16T19:15:00.004-04:002015-06-16T19:18:27.349-04:00TicksTicks is my kitty. She has been with me since 2007. She is my love. She was there through an abusive relationship, through my healing of my head injury. She really takes care of me as much as I do her. She was five and half then, now she is now 14. Enjoy a few pictures.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-36008065763843462252015-06-16T03:06:00.001-04:002015-06-16T03:09:31.860-04:00Red flags... I see them everywhere.I haven't written in nearly a year. I don't know how to function on my own. I am afraid to find someone. I have made far too many mistakes in the past. I see red flags in every person. I swore to myself one red flag and I would refuse that potential. A single warning sign. I wonder is it possible for a person to have no red flags.<div><br></div><div>Can one person be free of red flags? </div><div>Is it fair to ask that, when I wear a couple myself?</div><div><br></div><div>Am I making excuses again for why I don't want to date?</div><div><br></div><div>What cancels out redflags? </div><div><br></div><div>Is it okay to allow certain redflags? </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-66145432393469704822014-07-19T19:16:00.001-04:002014-07-19T19:17:41.151-04:00We talked.So D and began chatting here and there. We haven't said a lot other than only friends. He asked me on the fourth to the movies but I freaked and said I had to clean my bathroom. I don't want him as my master but as my friend. Or do I want him as more. All I know is he is the only friend I have. <div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Good news is I asked him to the movies tonight and he is too tired for them tonight too busy tomorrow. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Or is that bad news.</div><div><br></div><div>I should have never gone ahead started my life again. </div><div><br></div><div>I hate my job and I suck at it. I sucked at my first relationship. </div><div><br></div><div>I feel better physically. Or can I just not feel it? </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-84157812015015082972014-05-24T01:32:00.001-04:002014-05-24T01:32:52.877-04:00He no longer calls me kitten.Okay so big catch up time. At the beginning of January I began dating a man I called D in an earlier post. He was fantastic. He sent flowers to me at work and left notes on my car. He agave me strenghth when I had none. I never felt lonely. I felt like I always had someone there. He was my dominate and he was on his way I had thought of becoming my Master. <div><br></div><div>Well, shortly after I wrote that a post he broke up with me. I thought everything was great. But that break up was due to the age difference. He said I disgusted him. I made him feel like an evil person. That he didn't see me like a kitten. </div><div><br></div><div>Well we were civil. Talked a bit. As friends. He helped me move. We alone for five seconds. We didn't keep our hands off of each other. It seemed so natural. It was like it was meant to be. He was my dom. He was meant to be mine. He responded back. I needed him. I wanted to be his. I wanted to hear kitten. </div><div><br></div><div>I was his for two short weeks. He then told me he was dumping me for an old friend of his. We didn't even have time to talk in that time to see if it would have worked. I am glad in a way. He didn't have time to collar me. I am glad for that. I am glad that over all we were always in the puppy love stage. The sucky part is that both times I was just begining to think that it was okay. But it was't. Me feeling okaye wasn't okay for him. </div><div><br></div><div>The second break up has hit me harder in a few ways. I am angrier. But I can get out of bed most mornings. I guess the change of schedule at the same time helped a lot. I hate him and myself. I want him back but I don't. I hope his new Girl Friend dumps him but I would be fucking insane if I ever took him back. </div><div><br></div><div>I will probably see him tomorrow, or now it would be today. I am terrified. I want him to ignore me. I want a reason to go off on him. I want him to call me kitten. I want him to hold me. I want him not to be there. I can't stop going because I have no other friends than what is in the community. I feel so alone since he broke up with me. Maybe even more so than before. I hate being in my apartment. I hate that I have so many negative feelings toward him. I hate that I can't control my feeling more so. But I don't know how to. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-46809923863489766972014-05-10T13:06:00.001-04:002014-05-10T13:06:34.894-04:00I finally replaced my computerYay!!!!<div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-71794817076645534962014-03-15T23:41:00.000-04:002014-03-15T23:41:59.630-04:00He calls me Kitten. SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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I am dating a guy. We will call him D. He is awesome but this week has been hell. He calls Kitten. <br />
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This week, I miss him. I feel distant. I miss him. I don't know what is wrong with me. <br />
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Everything was going great. I just need to see him. Just for moment. or hear that voice. Or something. I just don't feel very much like his this week. <br />
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we were doing great. This is a bad time to be writing this. I want to talk to him, but his kids are visiting. It is too late to talk to anyone else. depressing life. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-15920883632922190332013-12-21T17:59:00.000-05:002013-12-21T17:59:45.183-05:00Why X~Mas sucks! <div class="MsoNormal">
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You build traditions over a space of years. If you take in traditions that was built in
by your own family growing up and blend them into your partner’s traditions, it
makes it all the worse. It is so hard to
wipe him out. We had our traditions set,
we celebrated at my aunt’s xmas eve, with my family. We did ours x mas morning, his family xmas
evening. All together shopping was a
blast, 7 nephew and nieces, 4 siblings and in laws, his parents, four aunts and
uncles, five cousins, plus each other and that is just those we plan to buy
for; sometimes there are ones who were visiting that we would add to the
mix. Cards were insane. I haven’t sent out cards the last two years
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I didn’t have the ability to adjust last year. I was too out of it. I just sort of went with it. </div>
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This year I live with my brother and I still have no one to
spend it with. I will be in my room
alone. I have no one to spend it
with. I will be alone. Perhaps I will go to a Chinese restaurant to
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I have no tradition.
Just me and my cat. Just me and
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I lost my hours all of them.
I have been so depressed these past couple of days that I didn’t get out
of bed for anything. I went a full day
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Next year I will have my own tradition. It will be mine and mine alone. No more sharing holiday crap with people and
traditions and habits with other people.
Maybe I need to break the habit of going to the dungeon every two
weeks. But I think I will wait until I move. Right now, I need something to look forward
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I think this is only the second year losing weight is not at
the top of my list, however, I do not want to end the year at what I started
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*Stop trying to make everything so
perfect.* Try to speed up. That is how
to fit into modern American society. By
modern, it has only been that way since what, the industrial age, which only
sped only increased through the 70’s and 80’s.
If you know me, or simply look above and do rough math you will see a
reason, I shouldn’t think this is normal.
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*Move on.* I mean, move out of my
brothers. Get a job, which will allow me
to do so, full or part time, not limited to 24, but perhaps around it. No more holding back. Do what I want, meds will have to help, but
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Last year, I had one goal to get
better, do everything to do to get better, listen to every detail do
everything. I have notes a list of
everything they told me to do. I have a
check list of when I did it. While I am
not going to go bash my head against the wall or other things ;-), not take my
meds, or drink, I am done spending my time lying around. I already started, ‘socializing once and a
while, but not too much, maybe just a couple of hours a hours.’ lol, not sure if
the dungeon I go to, is what she had in mind.
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*Acceptance.* This is what I am,
headaches and all. What I lost is gone.
I like some of the same things. However,
I lost a lot and some is returning. Stop
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(Though I really hope that *independence*, I
was forming in the months between the break up and my injury comes back when I
move, I think that was kind of fun. I
did a lot of things for myself; I would have never done, alone, before. I was even making choices for myself without
freaking out, something I have lost/losing.
I even went into a new restaurant and order something totally new,
without asking any questions (other than allergens) and (omg) no planning.) <--
is that weird for a submissive to say? </div>
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*Stop trying to pleasing everyone!!!* It back fires. If someone even hints it will make them happy
I will bend over backwards to do it.
Unless you piss me off, then it has to involve cleaning, just hand me
vinegar and a rag, and point me in the direction you want me to clean. (Oh, it
has to be spotless. If it isn’t spotless,
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*Apologizing for shit that isn’t my fault!!!* I just fucking apologized for cutting a friend
out of my life. He did something so horrible,
that it is unforgiveable, not to me, but it is something I could never look him
in the face as a friend again. This is the
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Okay list on my things I want to learn, some I may not be
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</span><!--[endif]-->*Oil change with oil and air filters,* I had asked
to learn how to do this, but “you are not coming near this engine,” seemed
reasonable, perhaps, it still is. </div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->*Tire change* (even if I should not really be
doing this, I still should learn how to do this). I had been asking how to learn to do this
from my ex for years. Isn’t this one of
those things I am suppose to know how to do.
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</span><!--[endif]-->*Re-learn Greek.* (Go through my basic Greek
books)</div>
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Perhaps not that order like maybe English before Greek… </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-15267187466508235442013-12-05T22:17:00.000-05:002013-12-05T22:17:49.951-05:00Tens unit: PT vs Play.So I am at PT, with my back and neck hooked up to the tens unit. I can’t feel the right side very much, so they the left side gets turned up quite high. I am told to tell them until ‘you can feel it on your right side’ or ‘it becomes too much on your left’ or something like that. This is nothing new. I am on my sixth time this time. <br />
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Today, I heard him say, ‘That is as high as I am going.’<br />
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I am laying there thinking, well, today it is somewhat intense on my left side, but it could be higher. <br />
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Then I am thinking, hmmmm… I wonder, how high is the voltage in comparison to play? <br />
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Also thankful that it did not turn me on.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-9998999055714917752013-11-26T05:00:00.000-05:002013-11-26T15:58:23.372-05:00and the count down begins<div class="MsoNormal">
In 14 days ten hours, I will be setting in the doctor’s
office that will make or break me. I
need to tell me everything. This
appointment will tell me when I can move on, if I will ever be able to. </div>
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Will I be allowed to move on? </div>
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Is it safe for me to move on? </div>
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When can I have sex? </div>
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When can I play? </div>
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When can I seek new dom?
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When can I do anything?
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When can I work full time? </div>
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How will I move on? </div>
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How will get my life back? </div>
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When will my headaches go away? </div>
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Will I be normal again? </div>
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Can I be normal again? </div>
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Is it possible for me to have a life again? </div>
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Will I always be like this? </div>
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Will I change again? </div>
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Am I going to continue to change? </div>
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Can I force myself to change? </div>
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It is so hard. I have
all these going through my head all the time.
They never stop. I cannot make
them stop they just will not stop. I cannot
make them stop. I want them to, but they
will not. I just want it all to
stop. It will never stop. It is always there. I want the questions to stop. They won’t stop. I just want them all to stop. I want the thoughts to stop. The worries to stop. I want everything just to stop just for a
moment. I want answers. </div>
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This appointment will give me that. I just have to wait. 14 days.
Waiting. I just have to
wait. I have been waiting. The waiting just seems to be so intensified. I do not know if I will get all my
answers. I want my answers. I need my answers. I want my answers. I need my answers. I am tired of this. I want it all just to disappear. But I need this appointment. I am terrified of this appointment, but I have
no choice. I have to have answers. Which is worse bad answers or no
answers? </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-70415530321575297022013-11-20T14:04:00.001-05:002013-11-20T14:04:23.301-05:00Kinky Thanksgiving Turkey BDSM legend magic pain poultry<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/t9-gvDvpAGE" width="459"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-63486364998886271312013-10-30T03:48:00.000-04:002013-10-30T03:48:35.887-04:00Giving upI just feel like giving up sometimes and I can't control it. I hate it. I want that feeling to go away. It is difficult to sit back and keep trying. <br />
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I blew a job interview.<br />
I made a fool of myself at a party over the weekend missing a joke... I think I don't I make a fool of myself all the time.<br />
I can't find a job.<br />
I want out of life.<br />
If I get into a low income apartment I won't have money to make rent all the time, unless I get a stable job.<br />
I can't find a stable job.<br />
I am not healing.<br />
I don't see myself healing.<br />
I can't work full time.<br />
I just can't do this any more. <br />
I just want to give up. <br />
It is useless.<br />
<br />
I go these times where I feel like giving up, where I feel like giving up on everything.<br />
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I haven't dealt with these things in a long time. I hate these feelings. These feelings won't go away. Perhaps I only write this because it is late. I took my night pill late and I cannot fall asleep. I miss sleeping. I miss being headache free. I miss working sixty hours a week. <br />
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I miss going about a normal life. I want a life back. I want a life back. I want the life I had planned on last year. This time last year I had plans. Plans that did not include laying in bed. Laying here. I am only working 13 allowed 24 but I couldn't 40 i f I was allowed. <br />
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Saturday I woke up at 6 because of a noise and I didn't stop going until 5 and probably didn't go to sleep until 6. I was beat and shouldn't have done and paid for it. But it made me feel human again for just a day. <br />
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It made feel like there are somethings that I can do. It was an amazing feeling when I realized that I was up for probably 24 hours. It was like hey you are still human, you are still functioning... Then I paid for it. <br />
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I paid for it dearly. Not nearly as bad as I thought I would have. I woke to take my pill. I woke up at 1 and sort of catnapped the rest of the day. I also took a lot of Excedrin and over used my pain cream. which I do a lot. But for one day I was human.<br />
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Perhaps that is why my mood is so fucked up. This is why I feel useless. <br />
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I am drain.<br />
I am useless.<br />
I am a lump.<br />
I am nothing.<br />
I will never be anything again.<br />
I am my brain injury. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-91977701025542036362013-10-18T00:48:00.000-04:002013-10-18T00:48:01.057-04:00Am I making excuses? for not dating<div class="MsoNormal">
Is it possible I am simply making excuses for not ‘dating’
or playing? I mean I have headaches that
are killer and the slightest touch would send me into a killer headache. I do tire easily. Now my hand will go numb and I can lose use
of it. </div>
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My one friend said I could always date without sex but I don’t
see how that would make sense for me. I don’t
want to get emotionally involved and then find out they are too big for me, too
rough, ect. Or worse yet when I piss
them off, because that will happen, I have to know they can control their
temper. What if I am not submissive enough
or not passionate enough? What if I cannot
take enough pain for them? I can take a
bit but from what I have seen not a lot.
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What if they hurt me?
I don’t want them to feel bad because I am weak. Also, what if they run when I get hurt the
next time? There is always a next
time. What if he cross a limit
accidentally and it freaks me out? I have
one limit, if I state why it is a limit then they could use it against me
easily. I have had set backs recently
what if I have another.</div>
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Am I using all of this as an excuse? I have 2 months to wait until I see the doctor
that will give me answers. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-84555303950132395192013-10-17T21:38:00.001-04:002013-10-17T21:38:57.091-04:00Moving out on my alone<div class="MsoNormal">
I realized I have lived with a dominate personality since I
was 20, someone who always told me what to do.
December ’05 to November ’06 was with my brother and his wife and their
two year old. My sister in law pretty
much is the type that it is better to back away in an argument and accept what
she says and do what she says. </div>
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From then until July ’12 I lived with my ex. Until that first summer, it was just in the
bedroom but then there was a trigger and he hit a jealous rages. To avoid them, I did exactly as any slave
should do, whatever he said when he said, at first, it was good, but then it
goes beyond this post. The point is I
went where he said, I clean what he said.
He said if it was cleaned enough, good enough, if I missed a spot. </div>
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After I moved in here in November, I have gone rounds with my
sister in law about how I clean. The first time I cleaned while I was here, I
told her exactly what I did and what I missed, I was tired, (it was after my
injury). It had been a few years since I
had cleaned for someone who was not my ex.
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*Anyway,* I suddenly realized I will hopefully soon be
moving out for the first time. </div>
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I have started to move out on my own before and have the
same thoughts and feelings they come to me in waves. I am 28 now and never have lived alone. I mean the closest thing to alone I had was
sleeping in my car for a few and couch hopping and staying awake in a gas
station (did you notice that gap) until my sister in law found out, in I think
September but that was their old house so it was still like couch hopping. What is it like? Like living on your own? No one telling you what to do? But at the same time not telling you it is
time to clean? </div>
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I get to decide where everything is going to go. However, it will have to be to optimize wall
space for books, so not much choice, once you think about it. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-16828383052731944312013-10-02T23:51:00.000-04:002013-10-02T23:53:15.930-04:00My birthdayI am happy it is over. Perhaps a little too happy. See I hate my birthday. It was yesterday. I don't get out of bed on my birthday. I usually request off of work, skip class (when I was in college). My grandmother's was on the 3rd and we celebrated together for 10 years until she died. Two days before my 13th her mother died. I hate my birthday. <br />
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I don't have my birthday visible on Facebook. Unless you are a close friend you don't know it. In college, everyone thought I loved it because I requested off, but I hated it. First day of the fall semester I put up whatever blocks I had for the day, and I didn't leave the house or my bed. I did go to work yesterday. It was difficult. I hate it. <br />
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This year I was lucky, only my aunt, and two friends and one of those I let it slip to when my aunt called. and my brother wished me a happy birthday. My brother called me, I was up stairs in my room, didn't even do it face to face. I don't know if his wife and him are respecting the fact I hate my birthday or if she just doesn't care. I thought she would have the kids make me a card or something I thought she was going to. <br />
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People just read me wrong about all the birthday stuff. I hate it. It is hard for me to be grateful. <br />
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When I was with my ex it was easier I guess. I still didn't get out bed on my birthday unless he was home. The morning of my birthday he would wake me up with a spanking. I usually got another at bedtime. Friday night and at least once Saturday and Sunday and each one was at least the number of years I was. <br />
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I realized that this is the first year i haven't had a Birthday spanking since I turned 18. <br />
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19 was my first. he was my sexual partner vanilla and dom master<br />
20 was a dom that i can't even tell you his name<br />
21-26 was my ex<br />
27 was a friend and play partner<br />
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this year is a year off I guess. LOL <br />
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but over all my birthdays suck. always have since I was little always will I guess. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-64952760642765009822013-09-25T22:35:00.000-04:002013-09-27T00:27:06.440-04:00Try, Try, TryTry to clean the bathroom, too clean or not enough. <br />
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Save kittens, 'I miss my cat.' Well, why the fuck didn't you get the fucking thing spayed! I just took three to a no kill shelter. and now your fucking cat is pregnant! You gave me permission to take you cat without asking where it was going who had if you could visit and now you want to ask. I don't know their last names!!! <br />
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Go to work on short notice. I told I am going into a doctor's appointment. If I am late getting out I will be late getting there. I am late, out of uniform, and I stay late!!!!!!!! <br />
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Now, why the fuck do I feel like shit today??????????????????<br />
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Someone please tell me why I feel like shit???? I try and do nothing get nothing done. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-1979425274527954222013-09-25T13:42:00.001-04:002013-09-27T00:26:09.154-04:00PharmaciesThey changed my pain cream without telling me. It better be the same shit. I will be pissed, if not. Aren't they suppose to warn you about that. Assholes. I am fucking pissed off. I don't like it. They shouldn't do that shit to your prescriptions. GRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535808199254441801.post-6422186866093654782013-09-20T23:06:00.001-04:002013-09-27T00:25:43.051-04:00MedicalI haven't kept this up to date much, but I am going to start. I need somewhere to talk about my injury. Facebook isn't good. FetLife isn't good because I started going to munches. So to state where I am and was. <br />
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In November I was attacked at work, and received a concussion. I have post concussion syndrome which is a traumatic brain injury. I failed to get proper treatment, and was denied it. I had a horrible doctor and I was too out of it to realize it. I don't really remember about three months. I have flashes but no real memories. Before the injury my memories are like reading books no feeling. <br />
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My short term memory is returning, my speech has mostly returned. I still dislike reading, something I use to love. My face on the right side is numb. I scratch it a lot. My arm is numb, it is great for shots and blood work. :)<br />
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I have been fighting workers compensation non stop for money and medical care. <br />
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I haven't slept through the night since my injury. I am just tired all the time. I cannot stand sounds at all. Ear plugs are my friend. <br />
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I am also losing weight at an alarming rate. <br />
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I am using a lot of pain meds. I am sort of happy it isn't oral medication. <br />
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I started going to munch and went to the dungeon though playing is out of the question for right now. I think it is too dangerous... who knows. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04715154721591361696noreply@blogger.com0