Giving Back

i have to get over this
singing with my headphones on thing i do
*L i walk down the street..
belting out
honky tonk women
and round the corner comes a group of people
laughing their fool heads off
at me, nonetheless

i think sometimes..
we overlook the little things..
we're in charge of our days..
our attitudes

but sometimes..

somebody'll come along..
and steal it away

don't ever let them steal that away =(

i walked in the door,
practically skipping
i had so much of a bounce in my step *L
and i walked into my dad scowling at the table..
and instantly..
i felt my mood just go
<font size="5">THBBBBBBBBBBBBBT!</font>

what do you do when someone steals your power....

<font color="#FF9900" size="1">[ June 11, 2004 10:05 PM: Message edited by: the revenant ]</font>

you take it back,
of course

*with my killer smile

i told para a bit earlier..
that i keep hearin from everybody
how proud they are of what i'm doing..
everyday, even..
and everyday it makes me grin..

but i'm really not sure if anybody realizes
the extent of how proud
i am of me..

this entire thread has been me
talking about me
i don't like to do it..
(yeah right.. hahaha)
but..
i feel the need to share with the world..

I said before to share it with us..so we can better understand what your feeling and going thru. It makes me feel a part of your life..your troubles..your joys..and if i didnt care about you little one..id not be readin any of this..its something to be proud of..your someone to be proud of..and im glad to be able to share it with you.. [img]graemlins/heart.gif[/img]

*huggs chele..
i have so much to share but so little time
i'm on the move, again
and will stop in to speak my say, soon..

realization..
when does it kick in?
how often is it too late..
is it ever, really, too late?

living with a mental disorder
not necessarily your own,
but living with someone who has one?
"while the person affected may be borderline, it effects those around them, and, in fact, those involved may also show signs of borderline..."

maybe we're all a little borderline around here

on the run again..
i could spend my life running..
from what..
i wish i knew..
i've come realize..
yeah i like that word..
realize...
anyways..
i've come to realize...
that everyday i wake up..
i have to fight what i'm destined to be..
i never asked for these traits..
yet i'm afflicted..

my most.. commonly used phrase these days seems to be..
c'est la vie..

although...
j'est suis prest
seems to be the one i should use..
because i am, in fact, ready..

ready for what..
i'm not sure..?

i know i should try and stay..
and deal with this..
but staying here would involve
counsellors...
and treatment centers..

they called mental health on me yesterday..

isn't it great..
how our family seems to be the ones
who knows what's best..
but they don't realize?
there's that word again..
they don't realize that
they are what makes me mental?
am i even mental?