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Growing up, I was always known as "that girl who never talks". Always have, and probably always will. As a young child, I was your typical shy, little girl. Nobody ever really questioned it, I mean, everyone is shy around strangers right? I talked to my family just like any other kid, however when I got to my first year of school my parents quickly realized that I wasn't simply acting shy. In fact, throughout the entire school I only talked to one single person, my best friend. Both my...

So I've decided to start blogging. I've never done it before, and I have no idea as to what kind of an audience will even read it, but I thought I would give it a go. I'm tired of complaining to everyone, especially my friends, so I figure I could complain to myself, and if anybody cares to read well then that's on them.

Last Friday, (2 days ago), I went with some boy scouts to do a service project up a lake/campsite area where we planted trees and such. While we were there, my dad...

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Sadness ,Disappointess and a blank soul
Doves ever roaving my zone
A far far of reach passion
Betrayal torturing the shreaded emotion
Promises of pain and traces of worst
All seen in future eyes of the speaking present
Memories left with the blade
Traces on hands and thies should be on wrist
Desprately reaching for exhaustion rest..
And a crimson tear sending broken 'hay'
To the friend laying in the grave of life,imagination...

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Y'know if I had saved my money instead of not making an effort I'd have enough for my new computer and laptop now, most likely? Or I could have enjoyed things a hell of a lot more and still be enjoying them. It's especially hard to not concentrate on this idea when you get texts saying people miss you but hey they're drunk so it was all just one big I'm sorry I was drunk, I don't mean it kind of thing, yeah?

-sigh- And I could come in with a super bitchy comment about sex here but...

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ok so i went to the doctors and they r referrin me to a theripist type place where i go wiv my family to talk to counsellors there who will then work wiv me to find copin mecanisms and ways to make me feel happy.

she also said that i sound like i hav depression no surprises there.

im so glad im geetin help.

theres light at the end of the tunnel now.
liz