Confession .119. Gave You Everything And All I Got Was This…

I’m still rocking your hood, and chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you, so I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie, baby, even though it hurts…

Storytime with Deia!  This one’s a random/fun story, promise!  I need the giggle and the good nostalgia lately, so I thought I’d share it with you too.

Confession .118. What’s Left Of My Heart’s Still Made of Gold…

And I know that I’m still fucked up
But aren’t we all, my love?
Darling, our scars make us who we are
So when the winds are howling strong
And you think you can’t go one
Hold tight, sweetheart…

I’ve talked about this a few times before, once extensively that I can remember… unless I’m just implanting memories in my own head, which is entirely possible as I’ve not had much sleep today… but it’s time to go over it again.

Progressive Myoclonous Epilepsy with Early Dementia.  Or, FENIB.  (Which means something else entirely that I don’t know.)

My family’s disease.

Confession .117. Life Ain’t Always Fair, But Hell Is Living In Resentment…

Had a Boogieman under my bed
Putting crazy thoughts inside my head
Always whispering, “It’s all your fault.”
He was telling me, “No, you’re not that strong.”

So.  Safe to say I’ve been screwed over a lot.  Like… this might not sound like me, but I have this… inkling… to give people the benefit of the doubt far more often than I should.  And as such, I suppose that makes me easy to take advantage of.

And yet… when I find I am taken advantage of, I’m STILL angry at the people who do it.  As if I had nothing to do with letting them roll me over.