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HëllaBubz
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I've also purchased a diary/journal for me to write in, I figure rather than reading other people's fiction and filling my bookshelves with them, why not fill them with the story of 3 people's lives, a little rescued dog and 3 complacent but adoring cats who were also rescued.
Truth is stranger than fiction, and I want to have something that allows my child(ren) insight into me, and track my own thoughts and beliefs as the shape over time and the evolution of such.
I wrote my first page today, and my first pollypocket came from a friend, so now I just need to save and either make or buy a treasure chest of the little things that made me happy.
I think also, rather than write down all the crap from the past, I'll print out old emails, posts from here, and create an archive of all the stuff that has lead up to the point where my little one's journey first began.
I don't want to forget what happened in the past, because it is important to remember how people are when they are wholesome on the outside and completely rotten on the inside and threaded with poison. I also need to show my daughter one day why I chose to cut off her grandparents, and how healthy it was for me, because society never accounts for the poisonous parents/relatives, on the ideal healthy relationships.
I have this overwhelming urge to excise everything my parents have ever bought for me that brings back memories, and replace all of them with things that are actually my taste and liking, not my mothers, fathers or sisters taste.
I really want to be me, and remember the things that make me up, and get rid of the things that were part of the mask that I was covered in.
Truth is stranger than fiction, and I want to have something that allows my child(ren) insight into me, and track my own thoughts and beliefs as the shape over time and the evolution of such.
I wrote my first page today, and my first pollypocket came from a friend, so now I just need to save and either make or buy a treasure chest of the little things that made me happy.
I think also, rather than write down all the crap from the past, I'll print out old emails, posts from here, and create an archive of all the stuff that has lead up to the point where my little one's journey first began.
I don't want to forget what happened in the past, because it is important to remember how people are when they are wholesome on the outside and completely rotten on the inside and threaded with poison. I also need to show my daughter one day why I chose to cut off her grandparents, and how healthy it was for me, because society never accounts for the poisonous parents/relatives, on the ideal healthy relationships.
I have this overwhelming urge to excise everything my parents have ever bought for me that brings back memories, and replace all of them with things that are actually my taste and liking, not my mothers, fathers or sisters taste.
I really want to be me, and remember the things that make me up, and get rid of the things that were part of the mask that I was covered in.
