she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the sand

just like shes walking on a wire in the circus

12 August
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This is my diary, my ever changing self is laying before you, woven into the words of this memoir. I'm not the same person I was when I began this journal. I have just started my recovery, so some changes have been made on this page to reflect more accurately on who I am today instead of who I was then. I made this journal as a secret haven for my inner most thoughts and feelings. The raw honesty in these pages may be shocking at times. These are the tales of my strange and exciting teenage adventures, of young love and betrayal, of sadness and joy, of sickness and finally if all goes well, of health. so laugh with me, cry with me, take a look at my life. may my journal to find myself help you on your path to self discovery, and maybe recovery.

I've got a disease deep inside me
makes me feel uneasy
baby I can't live without you
tell me
>>what am I supposed to do about it?<<

"So silently she clawed away
And ripped herself apart
She was so determined
Not to be
What her body was" -me

"She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. " -memoirs of a Geisha

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