It's a question that everyone asks, but what is the true answer? Well, I imagine it is different for everyone. To me, life is about compassion for others. It's like the "pay it forward" mindset. Having deep compassion for others is (in my opinion) one of the keys to happiness, for everyone. Think about it, if everyone in the world genuinely cared for one another and helped one another as they should, life on earth would be PERFECT.

Obviously something like this...

Today, May 18, makes one year since my dog, Misty, passed away. Part of me feels really guilty that I was able to go about my day like it was nothing, like I shouldn't be sad. I had set my alarm to wake me up at 9 AM, the time that she was put down last year, but I somehow managed to sleep through it. So I guess maybe writing this will make me feel something? Maybe I'll even cry. But that's okay, because I feel as if I need to today.

Not a day goes by where I don't think of her, though....

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Thing is, it's not overly messy, it just happens to be that due to me torrenting some stuff, there are some files that exist in two places, so I've been getting rid of the double-ups.

The thing is, I ended up in my downloads folder, which has basically never been cleaned, and I found . . . I found some very painful memories. Of my ex. A reference she got from my property manager so she could move into her own place - even though she'd hardly ever been listed on the tenancy agreement....

If you haven't read my past posts, you may not know about my mother situation. Actually, none of you know it fully anyways, so I'll just begin new.

I was taken from my mother when I was 9. My father caught her cheating and doing drugs. My relationship with her was always...iffy. Back then, it seemed like one day she would love us, and the next day she didn't seem to. She had issues. Anyhow, she died in 2000 (I think) from Aplastic Anemia. My father remarried in 1998. My...

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Had been what? 2 months since my last cut. About 3 weeks since my last binge. But I lost it today, I mean really lost it.




I don't even know why. I think it's because I've been left home alone for 3 days in a row. The binging, pretty sure that was boredom, I had to punish myself, I mean I HAD to. How could I not. I'm so fat. I can't believe I've let myself get like this. I need to starve. Need this pain from the cuts, don't know why I ever stopped,...

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worth it. Things seem to be looking up.

But my urges and my anxiety are almost overwhelming me right now.

I just had a shower.
I did what I was supposed to do, I followed the sort-of routine we discussed.

Showering with no time-pressure meant that I noticed my scars. Specifically the ones on my upper arms. They're so ugly. They're that deep-purple colour that scars that are struggling to heal go. And they're . . . not new. Not old old, but longer ago than when I had stitches by at least a couple of...