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a couple days ago i read a book that said something like.............Cristina has the particular visions of an artist but never learned how to express herself artistically. This is sticking with me
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Livejournal was honestly the best thing that ever happened to me. It was a exciting place for years, even after it stopped being popular with the majority of my friends. I guess Dreamwidth is the place to be for fanwork exchanges and stuff, though, since LJ went down the shitter and then some, so here I am.

I wonder if I ought to make posts here. I seem to have adapted well to making long personal posts on tumblr but it was nice to keep a journal. I guess it'll depend...
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it's cruel, really; the summer weather is trying its best to stick around.  but summer is gone.
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Unpopular opinion: something about Lolita fashion gives me the creeps.
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How do I keep from getting depressed and scared when I am daily reminded of how incredibly much I need to leave my living situation, for the good of my mental health?  And when I am daily reminded of how I am completely financially incapable of moving out, and will continue to be for the next couple years?  Next semester my tuition doubles.

Also, today of all days, I begin taking medication for my physical health, for longer than the short term but shorter than the long term (hopefully), and it is going to be very inconvenient to take, and I am so scared, and of course this is my fault, I got myself into the situation that caused this because of my mental health, my condition ruined literally everything.  My financial situation.  My GPA.  Blew through money I had saved up.  Fucked with my physical health.  (Unfairly) ruined the relationship I have with certain adults in my life, who probably will never trust me or take me seriously (though that’s on them).  Took away 27 years of building an identity and friendships.

It doesn’t matter how happy I feel any day about anything, how accomplished I feel, how, even, just plain neutral I feel.  Every day I will be in this living situation.  Every day I will be reminded that everyone is moving on now and I am trapped.  Even though I have a place to go.  A safe place, a loving place.  I’m still trapped here for the time being.  Here, where I have to fight every day to maintain my identity and sanity and end my self doubt and stop apologizing for my existence.  And I watch you all move on.  No one ever told me as a kid that this particular kind of thing can happen.  I never knew your mind could just eat you alive.  Devour you whole.

I am a fine person.  Just a person doing what they feel they need to do in life, like everyone else.  There’s no reason why I should feel this bad every day coming from an external source.  There is literally nothing I can do about it.  I feel numb, or worse.

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Eli, Eli

Shelo yigamer le'olam:
Hachol vehayam

Rishrush shel hamayim
Berak hashamayim

Tefilat ha'adam
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REMEMBER:
MANN KANN, FRAU ERST RECHT SEEMS TO BE AVAILABLE ON VIMEO??????
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I hated being a kid.  I wanted to be an adult, free of the helplessness of being young.  I have no nostalgia for my childhood, even though a lot of things about my childhood were as absurdly Pleasantville perfect as you can possibly get.  The combination of a crippling anxiety/trauma disorder, absurdly high intellect, weird interests, and coming into pre-k at at least a second-grade reading level make you feel fucking old fucking fast, and I never identified with a lot of "kid" things, much less people my own age.

Now I turn 27 in a week and I feel like I'm in a constant spiral of regression.  I have an impressive bachelor's degree, an A- GPA in grad school, am well-loved at my job and have really well-cultivated taste in music.  But what good is all of this when I can't sort my goddamn shit?  I'm a mess.  I want stability.  I want domesticity.  But my emotions are all fucked up and I don't feel like I even know how I want to feel about anything.  Maybe I just need some good quality free time and lots more sleep.
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I am so glad when I was a totally ridiculous 16 year-old girl I did not have condescending adults on the internet trying to protect me from my crushes.  It was a less ~careful~ time, even though it was only 10 years ago.  Concerned Adults really bother the piss out of me, and I've had this debate before with someone well-reasoned who was trying to tell me I was a little wrong for thinking this way, but I don't care.  Concerned Adults who act creepy and thirsty as fuck but then are worried about people just a little younger than them for doing the same?  Ugh, my dash has been misbehaving tonight.
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I have so many friends-only entries; it just occured to me that why? I'm not in high school anymore, nor am I even close to being in high school, in that tight-knit IRL community where everyone was reading each other's livejournals and talking about them and even the teachers were reading.

I'm talking to quiet and to calm, now.  Everyone's tired of writing; they've moved on to flashier and shorter modes of communication.  Tumblr's made me used to weird fragmented writing and I do like that style.  It works for some things.  But I feel like there's some stuff I need to figure out how to articulate and I might as well do that here?  Idk.

about me

Sep. 1st, 2013 12:31 am
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a man ain't a goddamn ax a man ain't a goddamn ax a man ain't a goddamn ax

"Let me tell you something.  A man ain't a goddamn ax.  Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him.  Things he can't chop down because they're inside."

a man ain't a goddamn ax
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ideal: a game of thrones zombie apocalypse biker au video game where you can play in teams of team dragonstone, sansan, jaime x brienne, cersei x euron (for maximum crazy), with ...and justice for all as the soundtrack

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why did you make me like this

with all this struggle & sorrow under my skin?

what is the purpose of this quarter-century's torture?

am i a joke to you?  a joke with too

many punchlines?

you think i have a choice? let me tell you

i've chosen, oh, i've chosen.
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i just thought "tonight was shitty, but there's always tomorrow."  holy shit i've NEVER had a thought that optimistic like, ever.  woah
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because in a world where "everyone but us is the enemy" and the oppressor, the only person you can trust is yourself--and thus, if you're lucky enough to have an extension of yourself, an other half, that's someone else you can trust (in theory) and when those two combine the whole is greater and more powerful than the sum of its parts.  or at least the illusion of that power is there.  this is really basic i know but i think i just understood something important about this dynamic and now i am having even more thoughts yes good
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yo, i'm pretty sure cersei lannister is the patron saint of people who've had their lives crumble and crumble and crumble around them but still tried their best to save face
even if no one wanted to see that face anymore

i feel that feel tbh
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these are possibilities for why the ~discrepancy~ in my favorite ASOIAF characters vs. everyone else's favorite ASOIAF characters exists:

1. the 3 Lannister siblings are portrayed very differently in the tv show than they are in the books and I haven't watched the show yet and most ppl have only watched the show.  (This could be part of it because I sincerely DO NOT understand how you could 100% hate book!Cersei.  I feel sad for her ;.;)
2. I have higher powers of reading between the lines etc than most people do so I can see complexity etc where other people just see "evil"
3. I love these characters so hard and I am extremely good at justifying
4. I'm actually reading a different book series with the same character names
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Do not strive for perfection.

Learn to take comfort in the intensity of the closest to it.
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all i do really is walk around feeling like i can't breathe
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Lorsque au soleil couchant les rivières sont roses
Et qu'un tiède frisson court sur les champs de blé,
Un conseil d'être heureux semble sortir des choses
Et monter vers le coeur troublé.

Un conseil de goûter le charme d'être au monde
Cependant qu'on est jeune et que le soir est beau,
Car nous nous en allons, comme s'en va cette onde:
Elle à la mer, nous au tombeau.

-Paul Bourget
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