All of the diagnoses are belonging to me.

Me.


Me.

I don't know what to say to you.

I have thought and thought,

but no words accurately express

the m y r i a d


of things


that you


trigger


inside



of






me

When I hear about child geniuses, I am not impressed. I don't believe in esteeming people for predetermined genetic traits, or intelligence measure by man-made tests. I believe honoring and cherishing one's passion, determination and desire.

I had a spanish teacher once who would frequently ask "tiene las ganas de?" "do you have the desire to ___(insert anything)___" Yes. I would say. I have the desire.

My disabled cousin who has worked his whole life to achieve things that come to other's naturally and with minimal effort, inspires awe inside me.

I obviously didn't write it, but I wanted to save it here, because it moved and comforted me and I want to read it over and over. Thanks to Luvmycats

[quote="Luvmycats"]Borg and Owleyes: I've struggled with that too as whether mine was "bad enough" especially when you hear other stories that can be so horrific. I start to feel guilty. But, I also know that it's not one of those games where we have to "one-up" the other's story to be any more real. So what I'm saying, every person's ability to cope is different. If you dissociate, there's a reason and it doesn't have to be justified by how bad the abuse was in comparison. There is no comparison. So take it easy on yourself and nurture (if you can) that part that needs soothing or validated. It doesn't matter what is real and what isn't real- your mind works and reacts to your perception of your reality.[/quote]

(Unknown Alter) There is no life. There is no death. There is only rage. Only the satisfaction of ripping out someone's throat. There is the fear on their face. The fear they deserve for treating you like anything less than a human being. The fear as they realize they are over, the desperation doesn't even have time to set in. But I don't like to watch them die. I just like to kill them. Their blood becomes a part of me, and it is no longer filth, but pride. Blood is pride that I have stood up for myself. Made them respect me. From the ground.