addictionIt hurts. It hurts and I want it to stop. It hurts and I hope it lasts forever. It hurts too much to go on. It feels too good to stop. I'm stuck in this wonderful terrible hell. It's great. It's the worst thing in the world. It hurts. It feels good. It makes me happy. It makes me feel like shit. I cannot live with it. I cannot live without it. I love it. I hate it. I'm stuck and any way I go is going to hurt. I'm going to hurt Others. In the End I'm always the "bad guy". I'm always at fault. And I'm always sorry. But you never forgive me.addiction9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Who am I? Asperger InsightWho am I?Who am I? Asperger Insight7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Well, isnt that a question and a half? I can say what I am, thats easy. I am human, I am female, I am fifteen years, one hundred and ninety three days old (as of March 30th 2006) and Im a little over five foot two inches tall. But who I am is still a mystery. I have no idea who I am, and the more questions I ask, the more the answers seem to elude me, I just seem to be faced with more and more questions. In all reality its a vicious spiral, dragging me down deeper into the midst of an identity well its not an identity crisis, more of an identity search. Id love to know who I am, but the fact is I dont and I may never know. I have to ask why it matters? Why do humans constantly strive for acceptance, to be wanted and to fit in with everybody else, whilst at the same time strive for their individuality? How can it be possible to be both?
I am half Irish, and half English, born and raised in Leeds, West Yorkshire, Engl