I can't stand this censoring of my speech/thoughts anymore.
I have to be SO careful what I say around my grandma.
Such as, no more mediocre curse words, like "crap" and "dangit".
I can't play my music around her.
I'm afraid to wear my Tripps around her.
I can't tell her anything that I like...or ANYTHING.
I can't even play with my gay Sims around her! I can only play with my straight couple, and for some reason they hate eachother and won't do the naughty like the gay couple. ;-;
...UGH, IT'S JUST SO ANNOYING.
And yesterday, somehow the topic of church came up, and she was like, "Why don't ya'll go to church?"
I was like, oh shit "Because we're lazy."
My dad said something about us being heathens or something and they laughed and I'm just sitting there like, why the hell does it matter? because church never did anything for me except make me a god-fearing Christian who was so closed minded, I would think Jeffree Star was Satan and Frank and Gee were his minions here to spread evil upon the world and bring forth the beginning of the Apocalypse!
...Long run-on sentence is long.
Ffjdslfjdl s Raggle Fraggle.
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I need to talk to Savannah about going to see her therapist.
These nightmares are getting worse...and more disturbing.
I-I swear, it's like watching a Quentin Tarantino film...but 10000000000 times worse.
Yeah. That bad.
The images still haunt me.
Last night, I literally pissed myself out of utter fear and terror.
e_e...why me?
</end boring life rant>
Devious Comments
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Breathe.
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"Half my Kingdom it is then." -Silas 'Kings'
I really need some sleeping pills. These nightmares have me afraid to even close my eyes. x.o
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Caution! Police Line You Better Not Cross!
Is the cop or am I the one who's really dangerous?
My mantra is "this, too, shall pass" - it's really helped me through some rough times. Repeating something calming like that over and over again before you go to sleep, or even just once, might help. There are a lot of ways out there to help; the only thing you can really do is try some methods and see if they help.
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Breathe.
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Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
should've been a better son.
I used to have nightmares like that. but now they are just normal. I tend to hug one of my stuffed animals when things get a little too 'real' for my liking.
definitely therapist-time.
it is possible to creep out a therapist. one of my ex-friends managed to do so on a dare. </random>
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'I've been eating speed for the last three days and everytime i close my eyes i see centipedes'The seance...
the centipedes are marching...
to the baby elephant walk!!!
Pets and stuffed animals make good therapists too. They listen, they don't judge, and they comfort. Lucky's probably the best therapist I've ever seen ;D And if you feel like you're really going to commit suicide, GET HELP. This site has a lot of useful information and links. [link]
Wow. I'm glad my grandparents aren't like that. My mom's parents are Jewish and regularly cuss in front of me and don't mind if I cuss back. My dad's parents parents are Christian but aren't all religiousy Catholic "YOU MUST GO TO CHRUCH EVERY FUCKING SUNDAY" either. How much longer is she staying?
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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." - Mahatma Gandhi
I support animal welfare, not animal rights!
It's good to get your opinions out in the open.
I'm here.
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"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction"
-Antoine De Saint Exupery :thumb37996449:
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