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Showing posts with label Sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sad. Show all posts
Sunday, 4 December 2016

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year?

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Christmas is coming...... I have always loved Christmas, the build up, the sharing, time with friends and family. Almost every year as an a...
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Wednesday, 21 November 2012

A Blue Christmas? #Christmas #depression #SAD

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This is a reblog of a post I wrote around this time last year. Much has changed for me during 2012 and I have found myself dreading the com...
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Friday, 12 October 2012

Flashbacks of a Fool?

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Twelve months ago I was going through a very bad time. I'd been trying to keep my business  afloat for over a year. I'd taken finan...
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Wednesday, 12 September 2012

The Liar, The Bitch and The Wardrobe

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What's wrong with you!!?? You're a liar! Was my Sisters response when I finally shared Why try to cause trouble, why lie! You alwa...
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Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Music Of The Night

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Trees dance gracefully to the symphony of the wind. They sway gently while lightening highlights the sky. The air is warm and humidity high ...
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Sunday, 25 March 2012

Help me

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I'm crying inside but no one can hear I'm hurting inside but no one can see I'm dying inside but no one cares Help me break free...
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Saturday, 24 March 2012

Alone

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I feel lost, scared, and confused. I look around and realize I am alone. Suddenly panic settles in: Everyone I thought cared is gone. No fri...
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Sunday, 26 February 2012

Powerless at 3am

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So this is how it comes: in the dark of early morning reaching for light that doesn't come you look to the not glowing alarm clock... Th...
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Sunday, 12 February 2012

The Loss

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How it all goes, hasn't changed that much the way it all goes, though I feel the loss all the time in how it all goes, I feel the loss i...
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Wednesday, 8 February 2012

A childhood lament

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Can anybody hear me? Does anybody care? Each night I pray for death to come, But it's not death that climbs the stairs. Can anybody see ...
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Sunday, 22 January 2012

There's blood on the razor's edge

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There's blood on the razor's edge There's nothing in my heart There's blood dripping down my leg And the stinging pa...
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Sunday, 21 August 2011

Naked and vulnerable

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Once I was proud of what I saw in my mirror. Long hours of work and healthy food, Dancing into the night, Hours at the gym. I was happy. The...
Monday, 15 August 2011

Bubbles bursting

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I know I must expect my moods to be swinging at the moment. I just wish they wouldn't swing down, just up! Having lived with thinkin...