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[ej-oof-blog]

FUCKED

Her head in the clouds and her heart in a song... As she rejects all demons trying to crawl into her thoughts, and as she is cleansing her body out by crying out the beast that live in her tears! As she grips onto humanity the best that she can as they all SCREAM “freak”. The diversity between her and the world is like the difference between right and wrong.... A little girl she once was what went wrong in her head they thought... What happened to make her so distant and fucked up?

~ejm

[emotional-mess]

It is 11:26 on the night before my 19th birthday and the first thing that comes to my mind is, wow. I thank God everyday for everything I have and do not ever plan on changing that. I’m very happy and very grateful that I have come this far. Different year, same thing; I grew apart from some people but grew closer to other people. Although this happens every year I don’t know if it’s ever not going to be some kind of shock. I graduated this year, I started college this year and of course I got a few more tattoos. I’ve amazing people in college and I’m so grateful that I get to experience this. This year I have been filled with laughter, tears, new beginnings and bittersweet endings but what a year it’s been. Exciting and scary. Tomorrow I register for my fall semester classes, I’m going to be a sophomore, A SOPHOMORE in college. It’s crazy to think about. Every year I read these letters that I write and every year I see growth. I’m learning to let old wounds close. The more I pick at them, the worse they get. I’ve got to let old wounds close. I’m try to work on my attachment issues and not let my happiness depend on someone else. I decided to turn all those old writings into a book , hopefully this will have close the wounds, hopefully it will make me feel lighter. I wrote some more lyrics, I hope I’m getting better as I grow older. I’ve read a ton of books and jammed out with amazing people. I’m finally losing weight. I think I’ve been more successful this time because I am doing it for me. For my health, for my wellbeing. Not so other people will like me, or boys will be attracted to me. I want to be healthy. Mentally, physically, emotionally. I want to be proud of me. I want to love me. I’ve learned not to be ashamed of my feelings. It’s okay to be soft, it’s POWERFUL to be soft. I don’t want the world to make me hard. My goals have changed but I’m still determined. I’m passionate about the things I believe in. I want to change the world, I want to make the world a better place. They say that 19 is the “filler” year, and that’s exactly what I plan to do; fill it. I want to fill my year 19 with light, love, laughter, adventure, music, art, experiences, memories, feelings.  I don’t ever want to take anything for granted, I don’t ever want to miss out. I pray my family and I are and continue to be healthy and safe. I pray we live long lives that we can look back on proudly and not feel like we sold ourselves short. Lord please watch over us and protect us. I think every year I gain more faith. I think every year I learn more about myself. I don’t know why but it feels like this year writing this letter was a bit more difficult. That could be because of how all over the place this year has been and I just can’t find a way to put it into words. It’s 11:54 now . Happy early birthday self, here’s to making it to another year. And here’s to making this year amazing and memorable. I’m proud of you and your electric soul. May God continue with his blessings Happy 19th Self, I love you.

Happy 19th Self, I love you

[emotional-mess]

They say you are what you love, but I'm no you

I don’t know // P.P

[emotional-mess]

I...love you. It took me a long time to get it through my head but I love you. I think about you until 3 AM and I wish for you on shooting stars and 11:11 . When someone asks me what my favorite song is I have to stop myself from asking if the sound of you laughing counts as a song since it’s music to my ears. I have to wonder if when everyone sees the person they love they feel like a child seeing presents under the tree

Found this mixed in with some of my other writing pieces. I don't remember writing it, but I remeber feeling it.

[emotional-mess]

I want to be over you so bad, I want to remember what it feels like to put me first. I want to remember what it feels like to do things because I want to and not think about what you'll think first. You're a current that pulls me in and shit I just want to learn how to swim again. I don't want to keep gasping for air everytime you leave me stranded in the whirlwind of emotions that comes with loving you, I'm ready to stand on the shore, I want to stand in the sun.

Stand in the Sun // P.P