:)

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EMOTIONAL ATROPHY

It's like the way your teeth feel after you eat spinach.
I'm often angry with myself.
Yes I avoid really dissecting my thoughts on this.
It's not that I'm scared, rather weak.
My brother is "in a relationship" he didn't tell me...
I'm working, not stomping through the marsh.
These things upset me, but this,
makes me pulse with numbness.
Who was he?
Did he know me?
I can't stand seeing him, I become emotionally atrophied.
It will be a week tomorrow?
Yes, you sulking fat girl, and you didn't even have to make eye contact.
I'm terrified of him.
There was no white jeep, what if he has been following me?
Don't be so vain.
Go eat a thin bagel and see if I care?!
Because I do and I don't and have and I won't.
An ex-crack whore/hick from hell is buzzing in everyone's ears, I can't,
It's an unfair judgment passed by no ownership.
It's flawed, our system is flawed!
The environment is fucked, and I keep getting fatter, and weighing less.

This is me!

My photo shoot... I only have a couple of pictures right now, I will be getting the whole lot sometime next week. :) Then I'll post more. Please be nice .x.

Sometimes it feels like this...

...Never gonna give you up
No matter how you treat me
Never gonna give you up
So don't you think of leavin'

Mr. Frost I presume:

Yes? Fall, oh and Frost man Jack is just about here he's running a bit late. Have you fount your ice scraper yet? Mines hopefully behind my chair... Cheers to having a truck though, no need to worry about more windows, My cab gets warm so fast, less places for trash but just enough for a friend or two. I'm trying to keep my head up in spite of the cold dark days, and the feeling of inadequacy. I'll be perfect one of these lives. We all will.

Megs is so beautiful .x.

Her new husband had better treat her good, or I'll fuck him up. :D

I see you!

Doing a photo shoot for a friend tomorrow... Very excited(even though I am weighing too much these days). I'll be sure to post a pic or too.

I don't think I'm made for lit, paved roads

A thanks to Eric Marth's photography, he really captures the heart of the country. I wish I was finished with school. Chickens, a garden, jogs on dirt roads, long drives to work with nothing but a concord of thoughts, and tunes. I wish I was there. A barn for my man to paint all his masterpieces in. I'm going to demand a corner of my very own as well( I don't want to die in the limelight). Dreams are what we live for. Keep living :)

1971 was a good year if you rode a motorcycle.

The Widowmaker