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Motivation
HELLO? WHERE ARE YOU?
Beauty
Last night was a special kind of night for me, it was a night full of laughter & love. It's funny how much a little intoxication will give you the courage to say the things you need to say to the people you love and are connected to and the people you love but are disconnected from. There were connections all around me last night. When I stopped to take a look around me I felt like everyone was strung together, flowing through the night. Some looking for love, some looking to get laid, some looking to just have fun, and some living the life they love. I woke up happy this morning and feeling alive when most days I don't feel at all. I love the beautiful little things in life that make you appreciate the life you have been given.
One thumb up, one thumb down.
I'm telling you being a woman can be a beautiful thing. We have these days where we wake up and just know that it's going to be a lovely day. Our hair looks perfect, skin looks flawless, body looks tight. Shit! We are ready to take on their world with our bad selves.
Then we have these days were we feel like we are 300lbs, we look like haggard per-pubertal boys who need to wax their upper lips & eyebrows, and nothing anyone says will take us out of that disgusting rut.
I just want to say that I really don't f****** get it.
Ice pick
Almost 26-years-old and I am finally starting to understand myself after countless years of being oblivious to the world. Everyone has a story, everyone grows up with some sort of happening in their life that pushes them off track. I am one of those people and one of those who have had some extreme events happen to them every year, since being a baby. And because of that I am not really right in the head. It's like I keep pushing all these shadows back so I can move on from my past which keeps fucking haunting me. That is sometimes how I explain my anxiety since it is in my center. Some of these events I put myself into and became stuck, other events were just unfortunate but they still leave marks, brutal fucking marks. If I could turn my insides out they would most likely be bruised & blackened yet I still continue to walk around with a little golden light. I am trying to get into motion.
I remain strong though I am still trying to grow out of that dark suit, it's kind of like Venom. Except it's not a symbiote and I don't get any super special abilities, but I do feel like a host. I have a good life, I really do yet some days I can't get out of bed because I am just so sad inside, I don't know what it is. I wish I could explain more and let it all out but I can't, it's too hard.
I guess I'll just wait it out.
"I understand completely, Tommy. I understand you bought my daughter's engagement ring with beat-off money. You got her a cum diamond"
The Babymakers
Sometimes life takes a twist in the most sour way
On January 29th, I woke to a text message stating that one of my friends had just passed away. To me it was a huge surprise! She moved away to North Carolina but we still managed to stay in touch via internet and phone. Last we saw each other was when she came to visit relatives in Detroit and stayed two nights with me three years ago.
First time we met was in our teenage years. I needed to find some pot so I ended up getting her older brothers number through some acquaintances. When I showed up to their house, I realized they lived in my Aunt's old house which still smelled the same. We didn't hit it off at first because I was some random girl buying pot from her brother and she didn't seem to like that very much. But over time we ended up becoming best buds. We would always get ready together when going out to venture the night. She would wear these glitter jeans, Tommy Girl perfume and this pinkish-pearl Covergirl eyeshadow; those are what I remember most about her.
Over time we grew apart due to dangerous situations she would put us in and relationships that were not the best. When I was 18, we got a hold of each other and met up at her house (with her not-so-charming boyfriend). She ended up stealing money out of my purse then avoided me, so after that I didn't waste my time with her. I didn't see her until that trip where she came up here. She did finally apologize for stealing. I forgave her. Sometimes people make mistakes when they are not in the best state of mind.
Now for the twist...
Yesterday I received another text message only this one was a lot different. My ex's sister Amber wrote my best friend on Facebook and I can't explain to you how it made me feel (until later, keep reading).
---: "Hey some girl keeps emailing me her name is Emily **** or something. Anyways she is trying to get a hold of Sarah (that's me) to tell her about some girl that died and has been using Sarah and (my daughters) pictures for 6 years in fake profiles. I don't know, can you just let Sarah know for me please. Thank you and I hope all is well with you".
Uh, say what?! No that can't be true why the hell would someone do that. Why would she do that? I would know. Wouldn't I?
I ended up going on Amber's Facebook to get this Emily girls link and find out what the hell she was talking about. After receiving her phone number, the chills started to spread throughout my entire body.
Hey Sarah, I am the girl who tried to add you on IG. I put my bio as "I need to talk to Sarah"
(Yeah I blocked that as soon as I saw it lol)
But Melissa passed away and has been impersonating you for over 6 years. I met her on MySpace years ago, but I met her as you. I ended up finding out who you were through one of her friends named Kim, she helped me out and when I finally found the real you it was on IG. I knew something was off about Melissa but there was no way of finding out who the girl in the pics were. She has over 1000 pictures of you, your family and even your daughter. She used her first name and no last name. She did use her real last name years ago but when people got suspicious she took it down. I knew she wasn't you because no one could ever meet her. She always had an excuse and made up such outrageous stories. The only time she showed pictures of herself was whenever they didn't contradict what she said she was doing. She never had pictures to show the things she spoke about. Like she would say "Went to the beach today with my daughter" then would say she lost her USB cord. She named your daughter "Khyliah" by the way. Her facebook name is "M***H*****Y***". Do you know a girl name Nikki Riley? That's a girl that she would clain to be hang out with when she was pretending to be you. I'm just wondering how much is real and how much is fake. She knew a lot oabout your life that was real. She played a lot of games on people, men mostly. We wish she was here to have to face up to all of this. She was a good friend but she also did some cruel things to people. She's been doing this since late 2007 and it's crazy I just couldn't believe that she was fake because I figured who the hell would do this for so many years. When we met it was on this game called YoVille and she was real cool. She had a MySpace picture of you and only one of you and her. It was a photo where you are showing of a tattoo on your ribs and one of her showing off hers. But out of no where she deleted her pictures and told everyone they were mistaken and started saying she was you. That's how it all started. That's the only picture I have seen of her. I always knew she was the other girl though I just didn't know how to prove it lol people were obsessed with Melissa as you, they worshiped her. So I was on my own with my suspicions. She also made other fake Facebook profiles so they could be the proof that she was real, acting like this person met her in real life. She used all this bits & pieces of her real life for this fake life. She would talk about dying her hair, getting tattoos, birthdays, etc.....
What in the holy f**king f**k?! The more and more we would talk, the more I felt inclined to find this fake profile she was talking about. She would send me screenshots of status updates that really sounded/looked legitimate. I immediately got a hold of a mutual friend and we discussed this entire thing. I started explaining to her what was going on and she couldn't believe me. If I would have asked her if she expected Melissa to be living a double life as me, she would have said that was far fetched hours before, but now here we are trying to unravel the mystery.
As I started searching for this fake profile I came across one of the most shocking and frightening things I could have ever imagined. An entire collage made of me and my daughter, pictures of me from years ago, little quotation banners that I would never use, and lots of people who loved her. Everyone that was close to me on my Facebook were blocked, so I had to use a friends login that Melissa wouldn't have known. Also all of her other false persona's had me blocked. As I scrolled down I see that she has been using this profile since early 2008. What the hell was going on MELISSA, what was going on inside of your head and why me? Why would you do this for over 6 years? I feel almost betrayed.
I couldn't sleep for shit last night. I had all this conspiracy theories floating above my head. So many questions lingering at the tip of my tongue. And how did all of her internet friends know that she died if she didn't use her real name?
Now for the mind f**k...
If Melissa didn't use her full name and she used all of my pictures, how would all of these people on Facebook know she died, that I died, when she was a fake profile. Are these people who are saying "RIP MELI" her? Did Melissa even die? I did find obituaries but no one has talked to her mom on the phone, only through Facebook messages. Why do I feel like this isn't right. I mean it isn't right! Right? What if she was finally caught and "I died"? Is that an awful thing to say or think after all of this? Is she pulling some Tupac shit? Am I over analyzing this entire thing or is it completely rational to think all of this? She's not having a funeral.... What if she did have a funeral and these online friends had shown up only to see me, standing there...
I wake up and blog this because I am still sick to my stomach, confused, freaked out. This is total stalker and obsessive psychotic behavior that no one can answer. Why do people feel inclined to live these falsified online identities? Isn't it illegal? I need to talk to this Emily girl. I need to see if she will trust me to use her Facebook information to look at this fake profile more. I want to know what the fuck was going on in Melissa's head.
Ideas? Concerns? Anyone....
There is nothing to eat!
I gotta say nothing is worse than being hungry and having nothing to eat. Even the tons of food in your kitchen that you just spent $200 on. There is the option of fast food or pizza and now a days you can just about get anything delivered to your house. But what I am hungry for I can’t figure out, just can’t put my finger on it. I could browse the internet endlessly looking at recipes for inspiration yet everything seems so dull. Starvation at it’s finest. Indecisiveness.
Zombies will never be overrated.
A friend of a friend contacted me asking if I would be interested in a job. I do makeup. When the details emerged that there would be a couple babes in lingerie, zombied out, I jumped at the gig immediately.
Location: Plymouth, MI. Abandoned Junkyard.
Um.... perfect?!
Photography by: Jessica Hanning & Jason Laurain
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
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