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Old 25-08-2007, 03:10 AM   #15
well
I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
 
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It's always been a big thing for me.....they just make me sick.....not needles as much as veins.....*cringe*.....if they could just stick it in my shoulder or something, it'd be bearable.....and on top of hating this stuff to begin with, I got completely traumatized when I was 13 and had a really bad ED and they got these scary nurses to hold me down because I was scared and cold.....and got tricked into going to the doctor.....and the tiny room was filled with people.....I was in a HUGE fight with my dad for various reasons and he wouldn't leave the room-----I didn't even think he was coming.....he just stood there and stared at me really hard the whole time.....plus the doctor didn't like my mom or me (long story), so I was freaking out anyways.....and about to go into the hospital.....hehe--I told them I needed a little bit of air first, so my mom and a nurse took me out the back door and I tried to make a run for it.....XD.....probably would have gotten away, too, if I hadn't been so sick.....=D



I am not afraid to keep on living-I am not afraid to walk this world alone..Biting keeps your words at bay,tending to the sores that stay-happiness is just a gash away.When i open a familiar scar,pain goes shooting like a star-comfort hasn't failed to follow so far.And pens and penknives take the blame,crane my neck and scratch my name.-but the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain.When i drive a sharpened object in,choirs of angels seem to sing hymns of hate in memorandum

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