God, Why am I such a mess? Find me a trash can large enough for my soul and emotions.
Anonymous asked: Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?
Oh My gosh! I never thought anyone would ask me- YES! I am, thankfully a near by cities theater is going to be playing it, and I am so ever excited! :) I hope you are too, a wondrous experience for any true Beatles lover! :)
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I wish I were dead. Dead like my soul.
If I could find a way, I would run away.
I don’t want to talk to anyone ever again. I don’t deserve speech. Rip the vocal chords right out of me, for I don’t deserve the gift of language. I am nothing. Nothing. Just like everyone else. There is nothing special or unique about me anymore. I am selfish and greedy and ungrateful and disrespectful and I just really hate my life. I wish I could just be done. There is nothing to keep my feet grounded on the earth nothing or anybody to keep me sane or whole or here or at all. I have nobody and I am nobody. I’ve tried really hard and even reached out to people, but I’ve realized that everyone in the world is a judge. I can’t do this shit anymore. When I open up because I think, I really think that I can tell people what’s going on in my life and then everyone I didn’t want to know Know’s and everyone looks down on me. “Oh, did you hear? Her life is shit.”
I’m done, so very done. I will live in my room until I decay.
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