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You’ll never understand what you did to me. You’ll never understand how many times I gave you everything I could just for me to never be good enough in the end. We haven’t been together very long. We haven’t been In This very long. If I did the same shit you did to me year after year, you would have a hard time getting past shit too. I bring up the past every time you make me feel less of myself. I bring up the past when you refuse to acknowledge or apologize for it. Stop ignoring it and talk to me about it and MAYBE ILL FINALLY GET OVER IT! I AM THIS WAY one because of myself and because of you. But I still chose you and I will every time even if you decided to leave AGAIN. I want to be better than your ex’s, I want to be better than what you had before, I want to make you happier, I want to make you full. But I can’t feel that way if you say we are the same person. I’m nothing like amber, Sam, Lauren, whoever else you dated and I never want to be put on the SAME LEVEL AS THEM. I want to be crazier but I want you to love that, I want to be better and finally at that good spot for you. I can’t do that if you aren’t going to help me and WATCH HOW YOU PUT YOUR WORDS TO ME. I can’t stop thinking about the past until you acknowledge why it breaks my heart every time.

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My therapist told me to start a blog/journal over how my borderline personality disorder takes over my every day life. Today is my first entry and I’ve been going to therapy since October.

My husband and his family wanted to take a spontaneous trip to NYC, because him and his family are from there. I said fine, Monday night. Thinking: “hey, this should be fun and I’ve always wanted to see NY during Christmas.” My husbands mom said we would be able to stay with family members that live around the area. Which is perfect because now we don’t have to pay for a hotel. 12 hours later, we get to Jamaica, New York. And it’s nothing like I expected. Definitely a fun down town which is fun it it’s own way but definitely not something I want to be in for too long. Then low and behold, the family members that we were supposed to stay with haven’t been texting or messaging my husbands mom back… now my anger, sadness, anxiety, all my emotions combined come out to play. I HATE LAST MINUTE PLANNING. 1.) because I like to have a plan on where I’m going to sleep 2.) ESPECIALLY IF WE ARE 12 HOURS AWAY FROM HOME

So leave it up to my grandma to come to the rescue and help us get a hotel room…. For a trip that I didn’t even want to take in the first place For my husbands family that have yet to say thank you or acknowledge all that I’m going through when they were the ones who “planned out this trip”.

Now I’m crying on the hotel room waiting for one good thing to happen during this trip. I really just want to go home and be angry and go see my grandma. And I know his family knows how frustrated I am but I can’t help but cry even though everything is working out and I’m not sleeping in my car tonight .

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Disney Classics Reimagined As Tim Burton Films Are Delightfully Creepy

Tim Burton movies are my absolute favorite! So I was super excited to see this.

One artist has recreated our beloved childhood classics with a dark twist and now we’re crossing our fingers for a demented Disney mashup we never knew we needed.

For his latest series, Andrew Tarusov, a Los Angeles-based illustrator, asked himself what his favorite Disney classics would look like if Tim Burton directed them. The results are as delightfully deranged as if they were drawn by Burton himself. (Source)

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today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.