Relationships

I'm trying to be a good girlfriend, I don't mean to be annoying, but I am. He'd be better off with someone else, but he won't listen

19 February 2017, 08:46 PM
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Him

I met a guy..hes smart..funny..dominant..kinky..hardworking..charming..nerdy..creative..caring..hes absolutely perfect it seems..its bound to go wrong. Isnt it? Its too good to be true..right? Im so afraid that its a joke..im afraid to fall in love with him..but i am. Im trying not to but i am. I dont want to be hurt again..and i damn sure dont want to hurt him

07 February 2017, 11:29 PM
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Im a happy person. I have hope. I have depression. I have anxiety. Its hard to explain the personality i have, and thats the best that i can do. Its contradictory and difficult to cope sometimes, but i am. To give you some insight, lets do a scenario. Youve trained hard, for months and years, running every day rain or shine. And the day is finally here. You stretch, getting ready to run the marathon. You HAVE to win first place. Its your dream. And youre certain that you can do it. The day...

27 January 2017, 01:25 AM
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Sex

I wasn't taught about it. I was naive. I am naive. But I love it. Being thrown on a bed, a hand tight around my throat, oxygen slowly leaving my body, an appendage shoved down my throat. Maybe I'm use to it.

13 January 2017, 02:44 AM
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Confliction

Confusion bubbles up inside me, makingood a sour taste in my dry mouth. Conflict forces me to war with myself. My heartbeat pounds in my ears and my eyes become hazy, unable to see. I want this feeling to be gone but I don't think it will go away. I'm afraid that I will fall deep into a hole and the dirt will pile on top of me.. I want to feel the slice of a knife across my skin again..but he would notice.. or would he? I'm in my silent mood again.. yet I want to scream

09 January 2017, 11:01 PM
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Storms

It stormed yesterday. Hard. Lightening and thunder. I was driving. I can feel his obese body on top of me, his weak arms unable to hold his weight. His breath was cigarette filled and sour. His breath was labored, and he smelled, especially when he pulled his boxers down. His face use to be sharp in my mind but now, thankfully, is just a sour Santa Claus. Even though his member was small, it still hurt. Oddly enough, there wasn't much blood. I knew nothing about sex, rape, molestation. M...

03 January 2017, 11:27 PM
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Sleep

I lay here, half asleep, my eyes are weighted down by sand. I dont want to have nightmares. I can still feel his hands traveling over my legs, telling me happy birthday.. i can remember him telling me that he couldn't aee the television and to scoot down the bed a foot and id end up in front of his genitalia. I dont want to sleep.

02 January 2017, 01:58 AM
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Abuse

I'm 20 years old. I'm a woman. I have anxiety, depression, PTSD, and before August of 2015, I had no support system. I use to be addicted to sex and pills, and was becoming addicted to alcohol. I use to self harm. I still want to. But I'm better. I have a full time job, a vehicle, money, and I'm on medicine. I'm on the road to recovery. These journal entries will be my every day struggles.

01 January 2017, 03:14 PM
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