Pieces Of Me

Today Doesn’t Feel Like A Monday

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Hello everyone! I haven't been around much of late, and for that I am sorry, even though I know apologies aren't necessary. I am dealing with a family crisis and quite frankly, I've lost my temper and I'm one of the most unpleasant people at the moment to deal with (not that I'm all that … Continue reading Today Doesn’t Feel Like A Monday

One Day Too Many

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If you've never had a loved one go missing; you're damn lucky. If you've never lost anyone close to you, especially a family member, you are luckier still. I have spent most of my life watching family members leave this plane of existence for another. I've written too many eulogies and speeches not to feel … Continue reading One Day Too Many

My Brother Is Missing

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I called the police this morning to report my brother missing. I have been freaked out, in a terrible panic, since Friday morning. I cannot sleep, I'm having trouble functioning on all cylinders, and I'm concerned because it's clear that no one gives a fuck but me. Apparently to the cops, my reporting him missing … Continue reading My Brother Is Missing

Chained

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Part of falling apart means picking up the pieces, even if "the pieces" are, in essence, yourself. It's not an easy step. In fact, it is being made far worse for me by external forces; all fighting to control me because something is lacking in their lives. When you are forced to rebuild your life, … Continue reading Chained