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Gay as can be! (Sept 26th 2013)I've loved women and I'm not scared to say it.
I know that it's not common but I'm proud of it.
I may not blend in a crowd but not being normal wasn't an option.
I've accepted that I'm gay, it's not a fashion statement.
I wear my pride and I will not hide.
Not behind a smoke screen, no ceiling will stop me.
I will be me and I will be gay.
I will be happy and you can not stop me.
Top 10 songs about Emotional AbuseI see many people doing top 10 lists of things, so I decided to also do one as well. I will be talking about emotional abuse.
What is emotional abuse?
Emotional abuse is elusive. Unlike physical abuse, the people doing it and receiving it may not even know it’s happening. It can be more harmful than physical abuse because it can undermine what we think about ourselves. It can cripple all we are meant to be as we allow something untrue to define us. Emotional abuse can happen between parent and child, husband and wife, among relatives and between friends. The abuser projects their words, attitudes or actions onto an unsuspecting victim usually because they themselves have not dealt with childhood wounds that are now causing them to harm others.
Emotional abuse is just as horrible as any other kind of abuse (physical or sexual) and shouldn't be brushed off as unimportant just because you can't see any physical marks. It does cause you real harm and lifelong trauma since you have be
The WritersThe Writers
It's hard to find exposure,
looking for contest,
Creativity brings out the creative people at night,
I can't sleep until my master piece is finished,
but this realization comes through,
"How the Hell will people read this?"
So I look for publications and outlets,
looking to get my voice out there,
rejection after rejection,
writing is a drug,
the high is great,
and the attention is even better.
Writers are the dealers to the junkies looking for there next fix,
we look for the crack house,
we present our pieces,
others get high off our product,
and we get high off our supply.
Missing You (Jan 5th 2017)I want to give in and I want to give up
I want to text you to see whats up
I want to see you and I want to hold you
I just want to always know you
And maybe thats too much to ask
Maybe I'm someone you just want to pass
Maybe you never want to talk to me
I wish that's not the case, honestly.
I should stick to my decision.
I should stay away and I should not play
These games are just too much
I should stay out of touch
But I can't keep going like this
A piece of me just missing as my heart isn't listening
My brain shutting you down as I keep reminissing
I have no idea what I'm doing
Because I know this is part of my undoing
Even if you started it in the begining
I'm so scared this is now our ending
You are my everything yet I think you want me to be nothing
I beg for you to text me and I hope you miss me
You're all that's on my mind lately
And I just need you in my arms, baby
Please just text me it's going to be okay...
A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)The winter Olympics had yet to begin and Russia already felt the pain of the jabs that were being thrown at him. He had had to endure everyone criticizing his policies, his government, and his preparation. The Olympics were supposed to be the moment for the home country to shine, but it wasn't feeling that way to Russia. His stress needed an outlet and there was a very obvious way to do it.
Russia would never express his love for certain sports to anyone else. There was certain strangeness to sharing something like that with a different country, something human about it. It was the custom of countries to keep a considerable distance from the other countries by communicating only professionally and in a capacity that only had to due with their identities as countries. Anything personal was intimate, even a real human name was reserved for people with a close bond. Chatting about sports and hobbies was almost completely unknown, because that was like opening your human heart to someone e