I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders
Reputation precedes me; in rumors I’m knee-deep
The truth it’s easier to ignore it, believe me…
I feel like I’m… less covered than I have been lately, but then when I went back on my Flickr to look at my last several blog posts, I realized that y’all don’t see me look like a bum like I do half the time that I’m not blogging… like… jeans and a hoodie are my staple… rarely am I wearing shoes… you all only ever get to see the pretties when I make an actual EFFORT to get dressed. Haha.
Continue reading “Confession .171. I Bury Hatchets, But I Keep Maps Of Where I Put ‘Em…”
Now tell me: How did my dreams turn into nightmares?
How did I lose it, when I was right there?
Now I’m so far that it feels like it’s all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair…
I’ve had these photos for days… and just haven’t known what to write really to go with it. And I still don’t, really. So this might be a relatively short post.
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He said, “Be true”
I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s Him and I…
“Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.”
So… things happened. Hear me out.
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I’ll use you as a makeshift gauge
Of how much to give and how much to take…
Don’t ask about the concept behind this picture. It makes sense in my head. *laughs*
But it IS in the same room as the last one. Sorry, not sorry.
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And so it seems, I broke your heart
My ignorance has struck again
I failed to see it from the start
And tore you open til the end…
I didn’t intend for this, “What ___ feels like” to become a mini series on my blog. I only meant to show you guys how anxiety affects me, and how I personally handle my Asperger’s… however it seems that circumstances lately are begging for another to be written.
I also didn’t intend to blog this photo. There’s nothing new in here, except the skin, and you can’t really see the face detail to make that relevant. Haha. But I took it for a photo contest and really liked how it turned out… so I censored the breast area and figured it was as good a photo as any to write this particular post.
Continue reading “Confession .167. What Being Dumped Feels Like…”
I’m not a stranger to the dark
Hide away, they say, cause we don’t want your broken parts
I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
Run away, they say, no one will love you as you are…
A lot of you reacted well to the last post I put up… giving you an insight into my brain when it comes to anxiety and when I’m feeling anxious… how that affects me… and why my behavior patterns might not seem normal to you, but they are very normal to me, giving what’s going on in my mind at that time.
Because of this, I thought I’d let you take a peek into the other bit of myself that affects me deeply… I’m an Aspie. As a bonus, you’ll see my anxiety make a guest appearance as well.
Continue reading “Confession .166. What Aspergers Feels Like…”