Bad habits
Drop A Gear and Disappear
Arizona has been kind to me, even though you got some people you cant keep around you. That is everywhere supposedly anyway I kept my honesty up front, you can't avoid all trouble. I just rolled with the punches and still ended up enjoying my life and stayed on track kind of. I still kept getting track time, I just ran into some financial leaches. As I said in "Kings Disturbance" I have soldiers that help me out even from a distance ,but who said it was currency I received? I utilized my resources that were provided for me. I make this road to success look easy maybe, because there is a road and since we want to use metaphors and imagination. I know I am about to lap all of you on this road hands down. I am in the process of rebuilding and repairing.
Darius CherryPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsWHY WE FEAR
Tripping, tripping all day-tripping, about that unfriendly cashier who looked at me with that impatient smile. Then the memory of myself winning that Beauty contest in 1989 during a school trip, to remind me I’m not that ugly…bit*h!!!!
Jane KumadaPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI Gained 50lbs From Binge Eating During My Custody Battle
“I need a lawyer,” I wailed, cramming handfuls of chips in my mouth. “What happened!? We’ll figure this out,” my friend reassured me.
MissyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMethamphetamine Silhouette
I was a dangerous sociopath when the Army released me. They had trained me to be a rabid dog and suddenly released my leash and thrust me onto society, fully responsible for my actions, with no deprogramming...and then I started doing meth, but this post is not about me or the things I did then, but rather a glimpse of that lifestyle and the insanity contained therein that seems normal at the time. I almost immediately upon release began a tumultuous relationship with a very beautiful woman, who actually introduced me to the many splendors (and horrors) of speed, but we were both very volatile and our fling was short lived, but we to this day are very important to each other and so she shall remain anonymous in this diatribe. We always stayed friends through the years. Close friends. I care more for her than any blood relative I have. She's part of my "family of choice" and those who understand that concept have been through some traumatic shit in their lives. If you had to find one, you're a survivor and I salute you.
J.D. BradleyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsOne day.
She sat in the living room looking straight at the tv while he walked up and down the hall, letting her know just how much she was ruining his life. It didn't phase her anymore. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yelled. "This is why no one you love stays around... they don't want to put up with your bullshit." She slowly moved her eyes to him, and as she did, she thought about what she was going to pack when he was finally done and left to make her feel like he was gone for good. As he spoke she mouthed every word he said... because it was like a forever spinning record player that was caught on a scratch.
Suzann PedersenPublished 3 years ago in Confessionsswitching from self-sabotage to self-respect
Sometimes we commit mistakes that we think are irreversible to the point that we keep ourselves in the very cycle that we have been trying to break out of. My biggest mistake was that in a time where I knew I needed to be a serious adult I abandoned serious things that needed my attention more than me needing to feel like I could be a reckless child.
AshPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsWill I See You?
Most don't know they can start at the top. They don't have be on the bottom of the totem pole the last one thought about. Even the ones at the top are the last ones thought about. It's hard work stepping to the side and allowing others to shine more then you do. Even though your the one who set all of everything up but not for yourself but for others to thrive.
Anthony TenaciousPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSometimes You Have to Ramp Up Your Violence
My friends and I went to Kordon’s dance club every weekend and generally had a blast. There was a guy that also went regularly who was just a buffoon. He’d invariably get drunk and do what can only be described as a chicken dance and because of that he earned the nickname, in our circle, “chicken man”.
J.D. BradleyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsFrailty of Persona
Frailty of Persona (excerpt) By Harrison Reid _____________________________ The frailty of persona. I am tired of being me.
Harrison ReidPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsBefore You Bury the Hatchet Do You Forget to Burn the Handle?
I made up with a former friend recently, after years of holding on to a grudge. Grudge is the only word that comes to mind, even though up until now, I thought I had let the issue go.
Justiss GoodePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsHeartbreak
you know how sometimes you break up with someone and you don’t instantly think “ oh my god why? How could you do this to me?”
justice sandersPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSleep Was My Only Friend
I hate to be this person but I guess I need to still let this one out. As a child I had no one consistently there for me and sleep was my only friend. Instead of actual objects, people, or make beliefs I had the concept of escaping reality, my reality as the only thing to protect me. I lived in a state of self hate from a young age and it has followed me through my adolescence into my early adulthood and it’s still scary. The concept of hating myself and having others hate me too has built up in this too much of an overwhelming happening. I never understood why. I never tried to find out why either at least not until now. Now that I’m at an age where it’s getting harder to hide away I must amplify my true purpose in life and undertake my fears and conquer them instead. Conquering my fears sounds somewhat easy and then completely difficult all at the same time.
Keanna BarryPublished 3 years ago in Confessions