Defining Moments of My Life
Bringing Down the Walls

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Bringing Down the Walls
08.27.08 8:48 a.m.

Being alone, no one witnesses me smile or cry
but sometimes we're just not meant to know why.
I'm starting to love me as well as I loved you.
Be codependent on myself is what I must do.
Gourmet meals for one, Egyptian cotton sheets,
cooking is still fun and my bed is still made neat.

There's nobody to share the thoughts in my head
the food on my plate or the space in my bed.
But there's more room to roam and stretch and grow
and the shit runnin round my head you don't want to know.
You won't see me dance, you won't hear me sing.
I'm coming out of your trance, you won't mean a thing.

You said we drank too much, we spent too much
but now you're the only penny-pinching lush.
I take in much more sun and much less wine.
Begun to punish myself for every crime;
when I wish my mouth were damp
I do sit ups like I'm in boot camp.

I do miss your tight tummy and soft caress
but it doesn't balance out the pain and duress.
The seeds you planted I've started to fertilize.
My feelings for you I've begun to sterilize.
You gave me a great head start with that kick in the ass
now I focus on a bright future and not a dark past.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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