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on February 22, 2010

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Things you want to be over can't seem to end.
Things you want to start can't seem to begin.

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His remains are left behind in an unmarked grave. No headstone. No paper marker. No flowers. No more gifts from his little girl. An unmarked grave. One of which you could not find had you not know where it was. 26 years of life. Is 26 years not enough to merit a rock? A name plate? A fucking flower? He himself is not there, this I know. But I still find it disrespectful to leave his body unknown. My beautiful angel is left behind in an unmarked grave.

splinters

Something that I worry about pretty much all the time- is raising an asshole who is just as fucked up as I am about love, family, or just relationships in general. I don't want to make her awkward and withdrawn. But how can the broken teach someone something they know nothing about? ehh..worrying is like a rocking chair...it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere. So I'll try not to break her, but maybe a therapist can fix her either way. Go college.

FAN CLUB

2012 has been a rough rough year so far. August has been the roughest month. Weekend of the 18th the most difficult to make it through. I have spent most of August scared in my own home, worried about my safety, and the safety of my unborn child. And now, I have people with true ugliness on the inside, concerned with me and taking time out of their days to come and write on my blog. The thought makes me laugh. Oh my gosh, let me go cry in a corner because some idiot found out how to use the internet and find my blog. Keep coming. You won't see me shed any worry over such childish stupidity. BLAH. I think my battles are far from over. But I am ready and willing to fight them head on. I found another broken person. Thought I could help. Thought I could love them happy, and AGAIN, I was proven wrong. You cannot heal the broken alone. I will pray. I will pray for the father. Every single day. I will pray for his healing and his happine...

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