Tag Archives: the past

Protected: confessions

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Protected: a simple question

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Protected: when?

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Protected: deep, dark secrets

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sixth sense? i don’t know…

9.16.14 do you believe in people having a sixth sense? i don’t think i ever really thought about it till i was much older. i’ve talked about whatever it is just a tiny bit here, but it’s so much more than that. was talking to someone about it yesterday and it got me thinking about […]

secrets

“you’re only as sick as your secrets.” — rick warren you hear that quote a lot, whether it’s from aa or the dude above, and hearing it again recently really got me thinking. as i said in this post, i toy with the idea of revealing more. but honestly, it scares the shit out of […]

sigh…

i’ve been feeling the need, more so lately, for an outlet. everyday i compose things i want to write here but i worry about revealing too much… do i want to completely expose myself, my life, my faults? i’m not sure… i do and i don’t. honestly, i hate being judged. actually it’s more that i […]

girls: adam’s relapse

[note: i wrote this post on sunday/monday, the night it aired.] it’s the middle of the night and i’m still reeling from the most recent episode of girls. did you see it? it’s episode 19: ‘on all fours’. lena dunham has this innate ability to make me all kinds of uncomfortable in a single, 30-minute […]

that horrible day… part 2

it’s true… life was never really the same after that. my dad remained in the hospital for awhile while he recovered. i remember going to visit him. i walked in the room and the daylight was coming in through the windows and seeping through the flower arrangements and plants. i didn’t know where to look […]

that horrible day… part 1

i remember moments of it so vividly, almost like it was yesterday. it was winter of 1985 and i was 9 years old and in the 3rd grade. sometime, after i’d gone to bed, i remember waking up, almost in a cold sweat. i was wide awake and shot straight up in bed. i immediately […]