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The Best Thing. | Pockets Full Of Junk
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Pockets Full Of Junk. Elephants, Razors and Lunacy. So many good things. But the best thing of all was going to rocsoc with Fire. Being nervous about going, not wanting her to feel awkward, but I know everyone in rocsoc, I float around chatting to everyone, I just do at rocsoc, I float around, fingers in many pies, so I can escape should interacting with any particular one get too intense, worried she would be frightened, or uncomfortable. It Appears To Be Over. Jan 28, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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I Am | Pockets Full Of Junk
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Pockets Full Of Junk. Elephants, Razors and Lunacy. One who loves to cook and makes wonderful cakes, yet hates to eat them. The girl who starves herself and eats shedloads. And cannot refuse food when it’s given to her. Who has self harmed since she was 12. Who does not live, but cannot die. The asexual girl with ass length hair who isn’t a girl on the inside, but neither is she a boy inside. The left wing anarchist Christian. Maybe I’m Crazy, Maybe I’m just an angsty no-longer-teenage teen. Jul 31, 2010.
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Gone | Pockets Full Of Junk
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Pockets Full Of Junk. Elephants, Razors and Lunacy. If you are weird enough to want to follow me there email me, and if I’m not too terrified I’ll tell you where I am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. I'm not Crazy. Join 44 ...
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Helping. | Pockets Full Of Junk
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Pockets Full Of Junk. Elephants, Razors and Lunacy. There is a story of a little girl who was late home for dinner. Her mother demanded to know why. The little girl replied that she was just leaving her friends house when her friends doll had broken. 8220;And I suppose you were helping her fix it? 8221; her mother responded. 8220;No, I was helping her cry.” the girl said. Instead a man I do not know helped me to cry. It Appears To Be Over. Feb 07, 2012. Feb 08, 2012. The Samaritans are good. You are comm...
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Persephone | Pockets Full Of Junk
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Pockets Full Of Junk. Elephants, Razors and Lunacy. If you are weird enough to want to follow me there email me, and if I’m not too terrified I’ll tell you where I am. Has hit badly. I can’t blog here anymore. I don’t know if I will at all. I’ll see you around. If I start again I’ll email all the people who have commented recently etc etc whatever so you can read my drivel again. If I’m not too paranoid. There is a story of a little girl who was late home for dinner. Her mother demanded to know why.
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My Life and its discontents: To be or not to be?
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My Life and its discontents. Life from the perspective of someone that suffers depression. To be or not to be? View my complete profile. Timeless quotes from Winnie the Pooh. Day to day living with depression. Always Identical, Never The Same ♥. Mindfullness, madness and me! Every Moment Matters لεηα. Wednesday, October 29, 2008. To be or not to be? Monday, October 27, 2008. Maybe her therapist will help her. Tuesday, October 28, 2008. Jesus, that is high! I let the Cocker Spaniel in again today to convi...
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Abysmal Musings: Fictions on an Imaginary 'He'.
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Tuesday, 14 October 2014. Fictions on an Imaginary 'He'. Some deeds wreak a violence upon the person that is irreparable, and the shattered being remembers what it was like to be whole with nauseating regret. How does a broken soul move on? Some lift up their heads and continue as if nothing untoward has happened, be it through shallowness, selfishness, or exceptional force of character. But what choice do the rest have? What led to this feeling? At his most honest he wanted to become two people, maybe m...
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RuftyRoo II: February 2011
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Unique (the world heaves a sigh of relief), 30-something, rat-loving, pit-dwelling, over-anxious, long-term eating-disordered, overly therapised wanderer with habitual hibernation and over-thinking features. Likes to talk shite.mainly to herself. Saturday, 26 February 2011. 8 MBT for Eating Disorders? Good grief it's Saturday. That's another week that has raced past me in a fraction of a blink of an eye. I'm feeling agitated by the speed of which I am letting life slip through my fingers. It interests me...
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RuftyRoo II: September 2014
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Unique (the world heaves a sigh of relief), 30-something, rat-loving, pit-dwelling, over-anxious, long-term eating-disordered, overly therapised wanderer with habitual hibernation and over-thinking features. Likes to talk shite.mainly to herself. Tuesday, 2 September 2014. Eating Disorder Advocates Join Forces to Raise Awareness [Video]. Eating Disorder Advocates Join Forces to Raise Awareness [Video]. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Miranda's Mumbles, Murmurs and Mutterings. Kegel Exercises for Men?
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RuftyRoo II: Anorexia and kidneys
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Unique (the world heaves a sigh of relief), 30-something, rat-loving, pit-dwelling, over-anxious, long-term eating-disordered, overly therapised wanderer with habitual hibernation and over-thinking features. Likes to talk shite.mainly to herself. Tuesday, 22 October 2013. This is a warm-up. I'm trying to get back into blogging again. God knows I need to do something. Lolling around the flat just leaves me feeling hopeless and more anxious. I need something to direct this agitation at. Oh shit and buggera...
