tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468743774600775831.post3310940033615576460..comments2023-05-09T02:42:28.203-07:00Comments on <center>Control</center>: PrettyWreckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570833366699365533noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468743774600775831.post-4946742400371485442010-07-12T18:17:32.718-07:002010-07-12T18:17:32.718-07:00She did not know why the lies were there, but she ...She did not know why the lies were there, but she liked them. The lies were safe and protected her from the scariness of the real world, cushioning her from all the pain that came with things outside of her own mind. And so she began to believe her lies, and as she believed them, so did everyone else around her, and she sometimes wished someone would see through it, but she was too afraid of what that would mean to really wish for it too hard. She was sad, but she was happy; this little girl so filled with lies.<br /><br />I fucking love this. Love it. I have it saved on me computer along with another entry of yours (breaking) and I read them all the time. Did you write them?EmptyShellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00465741361985690338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468743774600775831.post-47324774141429561492009-12-25T23:18:09.603-08:002009-12-25T23:18:09.603-08:00"I can't have a normal relationship with ..."I can't have a normal relationship with food.<br />I try, and I abuse it.<br />So I have to refrain."<br /><br />this sums me up perfectly.<br />i just cant. be. normal. with. food.<br /><br />hope you're doing ok. <br />laur.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com