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Hey guys! So I'm trying my best to keep blogging via the Blogger app, but it won't let me publish anything!!! I'll try my best to be back on here asap xoxo-TORH
I've been rambling about random things lately, so I've decided to do a more honest entry, and give you all an update on what's been going on in my life. I almost feel like deleting some of my posts... the ones from the past, where I was suckered into honestly believing that my abusive ex was my prince charming, but then I remind myself... There are almost 4 thousand of you reading this, and some of you go back to the beginning, you wouldn't understand me if it weren't for reading that, and a lot of you relate to that state I was in. So, please just note that I am a different person now, that I am not vulnerable nor am I naive. Thank you.
It seems I've not written in quite some time. You see, a wind storm can strike at any moment and leave either twigs or torn up trees. It depends on the wind just as it depends in the tree. I am not a strong tree. I have strong roots, and it is promising that I will bloom again. Disaster can strike anywhere , and in my case it strikes with my heart. I am now 5 months pregnant, my 4 year old son has been in temporary custody of my aunt, however I am fighting to get him back. Fighting for my rights, for my children, for my heart. Sometimes it feels like I'm fighting for my sanity. But lo and behold; I am strong. I am rooted. I am still growing though I may only be a stump . My tree is strong . And it will take a strong , strong wind to knock me down . -Dev ( The runaway heart )
" If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there." - Cheshire Cat I feel completely insane as of late. I feel unstable, unpredictable and volatile. Like a defective time-bomb, I could explode without warning. I'm slightly scared of myself because of this... and at the same time ; I also pity myself. The only way I can truly explain the isolation that I feel, is to pretend I'm superman. Sent to Earth as an infant, my entire species wiped out, no home to go back to... Pretending to be human, because I look like one but cannot fully mimic human behavior. I don't really belong here. That is the only way in which I can describe it. I don't fit in here... I don't fit in anywhere. I am currently torn between two very polar opposite thoughts. I want to crawl up under several blankets and sob until my eyes are swollen from the salty tears, and my throat becomes raw from gasping for air. I want to lay in bed forever, I want to deny myse...
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