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In The Making
Theresa Marie.
5 foot 9 inches of a disaster.
foolish, capable, ambitious, artistic, rebellious.
I like drawing, night time skies, spontaneous events.
I hate getting stuck in the rain.
20.
Omnivore, Pejorist, Reckless, helpless.
I travel the world.
I am free spirited.
I don't like pineapples, drama, pompous egos, moral standards, or zombies.
5 foot 9 inches of a disaster.
foolish, capable, ambitious, artistic, rebellious.
I like drawing, night time skies, spontaneous events.
I hate getting stuck in the rain.
20.
Omnivore, Pejorist, Reckless, helpless.
I travel the world.
I am free spirited.
I don't like pineapples, drama, pompous egos, moral standards, or zombies.
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I screamed this at the top of my lungs to my ex one night over and over till he left and slept by himself. Im such a bad girlfriend ha
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i’ve been comprimised
i laughed for about 349583492547252 years
HAHA love this! still laughing
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I need to smoke some damn weed.
I think this Insomnia is getting to my head. I just cried for an hour writing in my journal about something I haven’t even mentioned in like 8 months. . I ranted about being homesick on my friends status that said, ”Sucks to say but I miss the punk scene. Where the hell did it go?” AND now im about to cry thinking about how I had to raise 3 kids, taking care of the family. when my mom left for Iraq and then even when she was back left my dad Suicidal for 6 years! I was stuck picking up the pieces because she couldnt come forward and tell him that it wasnt going to work. just leading him on . but never sticking around. I have been strong for so long. for my sisters, for my brother. and just when i thought i was finally able to just cry and let go for myself. I dont even feel welcome in my mothers house. Im the homeless daughter she has to hide from her social whatever. . and yet she can stare me in the face . tell me she loves me and that she hopes i dont think of her as a bad mother. I dont know what kind of mother she is because i Raised myself. The time she spent raising me is a blur. between weekend visits at some Fort, Camp Military whatever. and stories she says happened to me.. and then next week telling the same story to my sister and saying it was her. . I dont think she even remembers. I have never been more Upset, Lonely, or Hurt. but let me put on a smile. . a happy good morning until My Dogs done nursing her puppies and I can go back to my Adventurous, Hobo lifestyle. I only come around anymore to see my sister.
Sorry for anyone that reads this. Im posting it more for myself. Its faster to type that it is to write.
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