<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137</id><updated>2012-01-08T23:13:57.666Z</updated><category term='kj'/><category term='day life hell abuse survivor mother'/><category term='tired dreaming'/><category term='i'/><category term='hell sad kids cranky another day sameold sameold'/><category term='abuse hell survivor alone sad'/><category term='PINK numb'/><title type='text'>the diary of a survivor in the making</title><subtitle type='html'>my diary of everyday life, and thoughts in my head,  Im a survivor in the making...... or so they say!!!!
Is there light at the end of the tunnel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-4242163357776262481</id><published>2012-01-08T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:10:26.019Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>couldnt do xmas card this year so ive done a new year one instead,&lt;br /&gt;you prob dont even read this anymore adn dont give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;but i had to write this,&lt;br /&gt;i have my blanket, im safe just now, &lt;br /&gt;im going to get some pics of girls then ill forward your card, &lt;br /&gt;i couldnt reply to your last letter as it killed me to the core, &lt;br /&gt;but then im sure we both knew that, &lt;br /&gt;what have i done so wrong that im still stuck here, &lt;br /&gt;the sad thingis you are the only one that can help,i know that but your gone now&lt;br /&gt;M is brilliant, but she doesnt get me like you did, im sure she is gonna give up on me soon, &lt;br /&gt;i pray im wrong but i feel it, my girls willmake you so proud, i know that, i will makeyou ashamed as im a mess, &lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this, then you know who its meant for, get in that time machine, grab some jelly tots n come get me please,x,x,x,x Ill never know if you have read this think thats worse, but i had to write it,i had to whilei still had time, x,x,x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-4242163357776262481?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4242163357776262481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=4242163357776262481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/4242163357776262481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/4242163357776262481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#4242163357776262481' title=''/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-6553104865318803329</id><published>2012-01-07T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:14:16.422Z</updated><title type='text'>i really im trying i promise i am</title><content type='html'>but what is the fuckin point, my girls, deserve better&lt;br /&gt;my husband deserves better&lt;br /&gt;what tramp and whore would give it away like i did,&lt;br /&gt;i hate this memory,&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling of my skin crawling&lt;br /&gt;of the touch&lt;br /&gt;the smell,&lt;br /&gt;the fear,&lt;br /&gt;hate it all&lt;br /&gt;i just want it over now, no more painting a smile, ive set a date in my head, its a nonsignafacance date for everyone i know and if its no better by then then i apoligise in advance to the stranraer train driver,itwas/is nothing against you, its just me,&lt;div 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survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-1763690686399403538</id><published>2011-10-18T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:43:45.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>this shouldnt be this way</title><content type='html'>things shouldnt still feel this bad,&lt;br /&gt;they shouldnt be as bad as this, &lt;br /&gt;this is horriffic, &lt;br /&gt;i feel sick&lt;br /&gt;i want to die, but i want to live&lt;br /&gt;i just want to live and be alive, &lt;br /&gt;i have the greatest gift from god in my children&lt;br /&gt;people think im selfish, &lt;br /&gt;im not selfish&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to leave them, i just dont want to be with them like this&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry, but i cant do that, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting darker and harder, WHY IS THIS&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy, i dont wake in the morning and say, lets feel shit again, &lt;br /&gt;think people need toget that thought through there head&lt;br /&gt;i dont WANT NOR TRY to feel like this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kids are walking on egg shells, my husband just looks at me now like he has had enough&lt;br /&gt;how the fuck do they all think i feel, &lt;br /&gt;i dont want to want to die&lt;br /&gt;i dont want all these people in and out our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a wand, i cant trust anyone anymore, &lt;br /&gt;think people have had enough of me, &lt;br /&gt;i just want to feel better, i just want to becuddled to sleep, &lt;br /&gt;and to sleep for a day, i want to cry, i want to die, &lt;br /&gt;but i need to live,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-1763690686399403538?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1763690686399403538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=1763690686399403538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/1763690686399403538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/1763690686399403538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#1763690686399403538' title='this shouldnt be this way'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3847867018044596641</id><published>2011-08-14T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:54:02.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>help me</title><content type='html'>please someone help me&lt;br /&gt;im all set to run, dont know where to go or when to stop, &lt;br /&gt;they are all tucked up in bed, unaware, &lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do or how to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please someone help me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-1455476119686651654</id><published>2011-08-07T04:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T04:06:16.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just</title><content type='html'>im just holding on by the skin on my teeth and no more&lt;br /&gt;im just holding on to save all the grief and no more, &lt;br /&gt;i can t think of anything else but dying&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear the thought of my girls crying, &lt;br /&gt;but&amp;nbsp;i cant bear the idea of my screwing them up either&lt;br /&gt;im stuck in a life i can not live&lt;br /&gt;being a wife i can not be&lt;br /&gt;having thoughts i dont want to have&lt;br /&gt;seeing images i dont want to see&lt;br /&gt;i need this to be over now, &lt;br /&gt;i thought it was&lt;br /&gt;i need this to be over now&lt;br /&gt;i pray to god, &lt;br /&gt;please help me, please, please help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-1455476119686651654?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1455476119686651654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=1455476119686651654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/1455476119686651654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/1455476119686651654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#1455476119686651654' title='just'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-572336711460794555</id><published>2011-07-28T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:03:58.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>whats happening, this is all a mess, &lt;br /&gt;i cant stay where i am, &lt;br /&gt;i cant stop going where i dont want to,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sleep ffs&lt;br /&gt;music thumping, feet all over the place and biting my lip, gum etc all still happening&lt;br /&gt;my feet are so so sore with rubbing them together, &lt;br /&gt;i think this is it, &lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;who fkn knows&lt;br /&gt;but this is not good, somewhat mental, feel like everything is going 100mph,&lt;br /&gt;i feel the adrenilin move under my skin&lt;br /&gt;music is all i need&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care&lt;br /&gt;is this really as good as it gets,&lt;br /&gt;lets see what tomoro brings, its at least worth that,&lt;br /&gt;its wednesday its allowed i think, &lt;br /&gt;why do i feel five, i dont wanna feel so young anymore, i want my big people eyes, please,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-572336711460794555?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/572336711460794555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=572336711460794555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/572336711460794555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/572336711460794555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#572336711460794555' title='fuck'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-7136538161985505167</id><published>2011-07-27T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:04:53.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyou</title><content type='html'>just went into somewhere i had no need to be, somewhere i had no thought of, somewhere i was sure id looked a hundred times and found my blankie, my blanket, my invisible cloak, ive looked for it for nearly a year and im really finding it weird as to where it was and why it was there but never mindi have it the one time i need it more than ever ever before, &lt;br /&gt;so whatever, however and whyever i went there thanks, i feel safe again and best of all i found it at 4 o clock today, how weird is that, only me knows why, but it feels so safe tonight now, hope it lasts til morning, please god&lt;div 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3810559874871067769</id><published>2011-07-27T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:50:03.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooffffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttt</title><content type='html'>How did i get here, &lt;br /&gt;How ever did i get back here, &lt;br /&gt;Im sat at 12.40am with music thumping into my ears&lt;br /&gt;i need to listen to the music to stop the thoughts racing, &lt;br /&gt;music will give me something to concentrate on, &lt;br /&gt;My stomach feels like im on a rollercoaster and i dont like it one little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please just go away and leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;i cant take much more of the noise, the frantic, scarey, horrid noise, &lt;br /&gt;I cant cope much more with the things you say&lt;br /&gt;please just go away&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was getting better but you are defo here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music isnt working, the typing isnt working, my feet are all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wallls are coming in on me, i need to get out of here, &lt;br /&gt;i dont know where to go, i dont know which path im meant to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you would just tell me, if you tell me ill listen&lt;br /&gt;i promise ill listen, i always listen, you know i listen, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for everything, im sorry for telling, ill never tell or talk anymore, &lt;br /&gt;i promise i wont but please just leave me alone, i am scared and sore and feel sick and tired i need to sleep but i cant sleep what if you come back in, i want to know when to breath in, when to disapear, i dont want to have to disapear after you are here so i need to stay awake to see you, hear you, know you are coming to get me, im so so so sorry if i make you mad or sad, i dont want to or mean to , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just let me sleep andleave me alone, i need to be left alone for one night, for everynight, &lt;br /&gt;i need to turn the music up, as the thoughts are still racing, the thinking is still there,im tired, the music will get me through if nothing else, maybe if i open my eyes it will get easier then again maybe it wont, if i keep them closed i can switch some of it off but then im not grounding myself,my poor band has lost its ping,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3810559874871067769?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-1659151459076676685</id><published>2010-12-11T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:36:32.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Arghhhh</title><content type='html'>I just want to feel happy&lt;br /&gt;not sad&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel gratefull&lt;br /&gt;and glad&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel something&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;not just empty and wanna &lt;br /&gt;hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this everyday&lt;br /&gt;the feelings im scared to say&lt;br /&gt;this wasmeant to be over&lt;br /&gt;meant to be done, &lt;br /&gt;but i cant end it, it cant be done&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream and want to run&lt;br /&gt;i want to hide i want to cry&lt;br /&gt;please someone help me &lt;br /&gt;i miss someone so good to me&lt;br /&gt;and i need to prove i can do this for her now, not me,&lt;br /&gt;i need to show her im all "cured"&lt;br /&gt;but i cant when i dont feel pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt inside when i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;i still see things that i cant deal with&lt;br /&gt;for fuck sake ive had enough now&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone you had your cut now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i asking to much to be normal&lt;br /&gt;to be safe, to be loved to be normal&lt;br /&gt;to take my kids out without feeling scared&lt;br /&gt;to sit in an untidy house without feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;seeing toys without freaking out&lt;br /&gt;hearing noise without blocking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be normal for my kids&lt;br /&gt;to love the like a mother should, &lt;br /&gt;to let them make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;to let them play and fight&lt;br /&gt;to let them wear silly clothes, &lt;br /&gt;nighties, sk0irts with no tights, &lt;br /&gt;i cant look after them, &lt;br /&gt;i cant do nothing right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so so upset&lt;br /&gt;so misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;i cant take the put downs i hear or the ones in my head&lt;br /&gt;im really really trying when all else is said&lt;br /&gt;but im not doing best, not doing as i could&lt;br /&gt;so maybe im not worth the doing i should&lt;br /&gt;maybe im an arsehole and god is just telling&lt;br /&gt;he made a mistake when he gave me my blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-1659151459076676685?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1659151459076676685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=1659151459076676685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really shouldnt be sitting on here just now as i should be getting ready to take my girls to school, &lt;br /&gt;but i cant move today&lt;br /&gt;something really strange has happened, &lt;br /&gt;i think theres been a shift, &lt;br /&gt;i think something inside me has changed, &lt;br /&gt;but omg i dont know if i like it, &lt;br /&gt;i want to stand up and scream and shout, i want to shout to the world what i went through&lt;br /&gt;i want to punish every one of them, &lt;br /&gt;when i next see one of them in town or at the shops i might well go up and tell him to watch his back, i feel brave or angry i dont know, &lt;br /&gt;it scares me this new sense of whatever it is, &lt;br /&gt;i want the world to know that these bastards violated everything i had, &lt;br /&gt;i want the world to make sure they do it to no one else&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill them, string them up and punish them first, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much they would enjoy feeling like they were going to die daily, &lt;br /&gt;i wonder how they would feel being raped, beaten and then blamed, &lt;br /&gt;i wonder how they would feel being humilated&lt;br /&gt;bathed and scrubbed as though i was dirty, how would you like that when you were sore and scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN BASTARDS NEED FUCKIN SHOT&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK IM READY TO DO THAT NOW&lt;br /&gt;ive never felt the way i feel today and omg im scared, a voice inside is telling me im wrong, i was the bad one, not them, i need to stop thinking otherwise, i cant tell anyone or i might have to be sent away to live, but im sick of that voice, its never helped in the past so WHY LISTEN NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so so so scared as the feeling in my stomache is like an urge to do something, &lt;br /&gt;i nearly wrote on fbook ............ was raped and beaten by a gang of paedophiles while growing up many of whom where family members, but they dont rule me anymore and i am not ashamed, &lt;br /&gt;but i changed my mind to .......... has lost her marbles as thats kinds how it feels to be feeling like this, maybe i have lost my marbles or maybe i have found them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god only knows,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3495633274975596236?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3495633274975596236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3495633274975596236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3495633274975596236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3495633274975596236'/><link 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/&gt;but i really need to just escape it all for ten minutes, for 10hours, just for sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nearly the summer, &lt;br /&gt;i cant cope with the thought of the summer, &lt;br /&gt;this summer will be my worse yet, &lt;br /&gt;my worse one ever&lt;br /&gt;i wont be getting beat up, hopefully, ;-0&lt;br /&gt;but i will be losing the most important person in my recovery and i cant cope with that&lt;br /&gt;i cant do it, &lt;br /&gt;i cant do this without her i dont want to do this without her id rather just not do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lighter the nights, the worst my mood, &lt;br /&gt;the more i dream, the more i want to scream, &lt;br /&gt;i want to harm myself, i want to kill myself&lt;br /&gt;after four years of pretty intense therapy im still here stuck with this fuck&lt;br /&gt;im still ashamed for letting him do to me what is just not normal&lt;br /&gt;im still ashamed for all the times i actually felt something, something good, something nice&lt;br /&gt;im still sick to the pitt to think about the things we done, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at my girls they are as young as i was, as i am, as i feel some times &lt;br /&gt;and it is so not normal what i done, what he done to me, what we done as a "couple"&lt;br /&gt;i wish now that when he put his hands round my throut and let me go that i too would have went and not fought, &lt;br /&gt;why did i have to fight to live when this is all im living, &lt;br /&gt;my life is over now, ive nothing left to give, nothing else to share, nothing else to do, &lt;br /&gt;i just want to be free of you and thats not going to happen or it would have by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will people think of me when im not here, will it matter?&lt;br /&gt;will the girls always be known as they girls whose mum killed herself, whose mum fooked off and left them to it, whose mum didnt care about them, when really its so so different i know that, how can no one else know it or see it, its because i love them i cant do this not because i dont, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if&amp;nbsp; i could escape for a day it would be better, if i could feel as good sober as i feel drunk then i could cope, if i could have that escape, if i could run away, if i could just sleep without dreaming, &lt;br /&gt;dream without sleeping and live without HIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-4929634465192436667?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4929634465192436667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=4929634465192436667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>im surrounded by people yet i feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;i really really need to cry and let it all out&lt;br /&gt;i need to get rid of this christmas flashback, &lt;br /&gt;i just need to talk it through, cry, puke, whatever i might do, &lt;br /&gt;i need to cry and be comforted, be cuddled and held and protected&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel that there are people who care&lt;br /&gt;i know there are, but i cant help feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant shake the feelings that i want to escape&lt;br /&gt;that i want to run, that i want to hide,that i want to commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;i cant shake them off or let them go, &lt;br /&gt;i think its a god send that my hubbie cant cope remarkable on his own&lt;br /&gt;as if i knew deep down he would do the better job without me id be gone, but i really dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have three gorgues kids, a home, a family that care, a husband what the fuck is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;why cant i just leave the past in the past, why can i not be happy, why do they still haunt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw one of them in town last week again, he cant even look at me now, &lt;br /&gt;i make him THAT sick, he cant even look at me&lt;br /&gt;i bet i make lots of people sick, &lt;br /&gt;im scared that people can all see me for a tart, a tramp, a slut a slapper, &lt;br /&gt;people who love me are not helping, they dont tell me im doing well,&lt;br /&gt;I really need to shake this feeling off as i cant cope for much longer with it, &lt;br /&gt;i feel like ive went way back, i feel like im 6 or 7 sometimes 8 on a good day i might feel 13, &lt;br /&gt;i want to feel 30 i want to feel like a mother, i want to smile and feel the smile inside, &lt;br /&gt;not smile so others dont see what im really feeling, &lt;br /&gt;i want the sick feeling in my stomache to go, i want the sick dreams in my head to go&lt;br /&gt;i want the bastard thats dead to leave me, im sorry i shoudnt have said that, &lt;br /&gt;but i need you to go now, i cant cope more or is that what you want, you want me to die so you have me all over again, so that you wil always have won, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why do i need to prolong this agony, why oh why am i being made to suffer this&lt;br /&gt;im not a bad person, if anything im a lot kinder than a lot i know, &lt;br /&gt;why is life so fookin awfull&lt;br /&gt;why do i need to go on, &lt;br /&gt;i just want&amp;nbsp; a sign that i can go, anything just so i will know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6887858778592307909?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6887858778592307909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2590125223575993401</id><published>2010-02-03T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:38:40.235Z</updated><title type='text'>help me lord oh please help me</title><content type='html'>i shouldnt be feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be feeling the way i am&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away&lt;br /&gt;i want to get away from him&lt;br /&gt;i cant help feeling so shit, &lt;br /&gt;i cant help feeling so crap&lt;br /&gt;i just want someone to help me&lt;br /&gt;to run and run and run&lt;br /&gt;i really cant do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;im just glad i fight these feelings&lt;br /&gt;im glad im no longer his little whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just let me run away from this&lt;br /&gt;please hold me and let me cry&lt;br /&gt;please tell me i dont need to die&lt;br /&gt;please help me scream so loud&lt;br /&gt;that im hurt, im hurting, im not proud&lt;br /&gt;he has killed all i am, all i have and all ill ever be&lt;br /&gt;i just want someone to love me for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2590125223575993401?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2590125223575993401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2590125223575993401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2590125223575993401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i hate it,&lt;br /&gt;i hate it, i hate it so so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ready to finish the telling now, im ready to speak the words&lt;br /&gt;all the words, make sure they are all vocalised then i need to try and move on&lt;br /&gt;i need to try and understand,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dirty just now, its been so long since i felt this bad,&lt;br /&gt;im sure i just feel exposed or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry but i cant cry alone,&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk but i dont want to annoy people&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away but you cant always get what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Im sad and scared of  what he done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im forgetting everything i say and do,&lt;br /&gt;i forget everything and that scares me too,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out alone, even just a walk,&lt;br /&gt;and im scared to do that too&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt feel scared anymore but i do&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick to the stomach when i see what we done,&lt;br /&gt;when i dream, when i get flashbacks, memories, smells, tastes, touch&lt;br /&gt;it all repulses me so much,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know anymore what im meant to do&lt;br /&gt;i am trying so so hard, i really am trying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so sick and tired of it all,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to cry and be cuddled and know it just so so one hundred percent was not my fault,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im evil or  bAD&lt;br /&gt;the thought of that makes me pretty sad,&lt;br /&gt;but i must be, i must be or why why why?????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-7587026352909917871?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7587026352909917871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3470535976827284061</id><published>2010-01-24T22:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:57:16.141Z</updated><title type='text'>i think its getting easier, then something fooks it up</title><content type='html'>On the therapy front we are making some great progress,&lt;br /&gt;the difference that has been pointed out to me receantly&lt;br /&gt;between me now and me at the start of therapy are remarkable,&lt;br /&gt;i can see it now its been shown to me and it amazes me&lt;br /&gt;i know though its far from over&lt;br /&gt;im sat here tonight, worried and feeling very naked and bare to the world&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i feel like everyone looking at me knows my past,&lt;br /&gt;knows what i am and judges me for it,&lt;br /&gt;I think this was made worse by the news that i was having another baby,&lt;br /&gt;never ever before have i felt so dirty or so used as to think im having another baby,&lt;br /&gt;people will think im a tart, a slapper and always "at it" when that couldnt be more wrong,&lt;br /&gt;\im devastated that my coping mechanisms have been taking from me,&lt;br /&gt;I cant cope without them but i have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;so no more cutting, no more smoking and no more drinking,&lt;br /&gt;how i will cope or manage i dont know&lt;br /&gt;im struggling to sleep as the nightmares are taking over again,&lt;br /&gt;i hate nightmares, they are the pits,&lt;br /&gt;i hate having to live it through over and over,&lt;br /&gt;i really dont want to do this for ever,&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt cope with forever,&lt;br /&gt;i just want never,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3470535976827284061?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-6809417811667855365</id><published>2009-12-29T22:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:52:22.384Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'>D-day one is over the best is yet to come</title><content type='html'>My eyes are closing as i type,&lt;br /&gt;but i need to typeand try and rid&lt;br /&gt;then maybe the eyes will stay closed for at least some of the night&lt;br /&gt;christmas is over, i survived, im here,&lt;br /&gt;it was awfull yet why as i was surrounded by happiness,&lt;br /&gt;happiness created by me,&lt;br /&gt;yet all i felt inside was anger, hurt and saddness,&lt;br /&gt;at times i had to just take myself away so as others could not see&lt;br /&gt;at times i felt so alone so so alone, yet those who say they love me most were with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year is coming,&lt;br /&gt;another one i cant do,&lt;br /&gt;same reasons, same damn memories,&lt;br /&gt;only i have pictures of that nght,&lt;br /&gt;a constant reminder,&lt;br /&gt;it was so so late and i was so so tired,&lt;br /&gt;why am i doing the whole host thing,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i cant run away from it anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i will face it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closing yet the head is full&lt;br /&gt;i know now its gonna be another night of hell&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i can sort it in thenight, itll give me more to fight in the day&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe another year is nearlt over, think this is the one that needs to count&lt;br /&gt;this is the one that needs to count the most,&lt;br /&gt;in many many ways, i swore this man couldnt have me once i was 30, so ive decided that gives me til the day before my 31 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel such an urge to talk to people, to tell them my story, how fucked up is that, i know people look at me and think im stupid, or a junkie or thick or a bad mother or lazy and i know when i walk into nursery or school that is what is being thought, that scares me that just makes me less want to go, i knwo im not of these things, if i was i wouldnt have got as far as i have, i wouldnt have the stable home that i have, if you can call it stable with me init, i would be dead and would have given up long  ago,&lt;br /&gt;im a fighter and i need to fight,&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to sleep now and sorry to say but pray i dont wake,natural would be acceptable, and if i do wake then its time i startred trying to exercise the past, tell who needstold, cry cry cry and be angry,&lt;br /&gt;for now i need to give into sleep, give into dreams, and pray my screams are not loud to wake teh house,&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i had a safe cuddle  i have one blankie instead&lt;br /&gt;help me god i really need to sleep, please watch over me and send mee nice wee dreams,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6809417811667855365?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6809417811667855365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=6809417811667855365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/6809417811667855365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/6809417811667855365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6809417811667855365' title='D-day one is over the best is yet to come'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-6540935873548491262</id><published>2009-12-15T19:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:54:21.081Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kj'/><title type='text'>aint long left</title><content type='html'>im sorry to say this but i dont think theres long left&lt;br /&gt;long to find the light&lt;br /&gt;long to find the fight&lt;br /&gt;long to find the truth&lt;br /&gt;long to take an outh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more no more no more,&lt;br /&gt;its not long left til i leave,&lt;br /&gt;til i go&lt;br /&gt;til the lord comes and takeths away&lt;br /&gt;the lord giveth and the lord taketh away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days til i do the big red man,&lt;br /&gt;then thats it, my time will come&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for anyone who knows its real&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im sorry im sorry its surreal&lt;br /&gt;my head is away and my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;with all the filling its just not plenty,&lt;br /&gt;im soiled&lt;br /&gt;spoiled&lt;br /&gt;hated being&lt;br /&gt;why can i stay around for another,&lt;br /&gt;i love my family, the ones im here with&lt;br /&gt;but i cant love them more than i do just now&lt;br /&gt;and do i need to lve them more to stick around and fill them with hate&lt;br /&gt;i just want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to scream&lt;br /&gt;i want to love my kids enough to stay&lt;br /&gt;i love my man more than i love the day&lt;br /&gt;i love his life more than he needs a wife&lt;br /&gt;i need to give them a break from me&lt;br /&gt;do i run,&lt;br /&gt;do i go and ask for respite&lt;br /&gt;or do i igo forever,&lt;br /&gt;someone please, someone somewhere help me know,&lt;br /&gt;i just want a cuddle a cuddle itrs always that&lt;br /&gt;im not dirty im not a tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6540935873548491262?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6540935873548491262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=6540935873548491262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CANT THINK ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;I TRY TO DRINK ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP SPINNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU KNOW TO GET OUT OF A WORLD GONE MAD&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME LET GO&lt;br /&gt;OF THE CHAOS AROUND ME&lt;br /&gt;THE DEVIL THAT HOUNDS ME&lt;br /&gt;I NEED YOU TO TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;CHILD BE STILL&lt;br /&gt;CHILD BE STILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL I NEED BEFORE I FALL&lt;br /&gt;(THANKS pink FOR PUTTING IT INTO WORDS A WAY I COULDNT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-9149878278901093558?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/9149878278901093558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;but then no one can or can they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing so much better&lt;br /&gt;what the fook is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;i was doing great, full of good ideas&lt;br /&gt;full of plans&lt;br /&gt;ful of the future&lt;br /&gt;i cant shift the past, the present this life&lt;br /&gt;so how the fook can i move on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to scream, i need a cuddle&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing so so wrong, why is it so bad now&lt;br /&gt;i need help and i need it now&lt;br /&gt;its all getting so so much harder,&lt;br /&gt;i cant wimp out and take the easy route as ill leave three wee girls mummyless&lt;br /&gt;but is that not better than psycho mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i want to be a mum anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i want the responsibility it brings,&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i want help,&lt;br /&gt;i want the phone to ring,&lt;br /&gt;i want people to help me to make me better&lt;br /&gt;to take this away&lt;br /&gt;i put a smile on and let it go,&lt;br /&gt;which is so stupid, so silly,&lt;br /&gt;people need to know&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone help me if they dont know&lt;br /&gt;am so so tired, but i cant go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;if i go to sleep will i wake up,&lt;br /&gt;if i dont wake up will it be so bad&lt;br /&gt;my kids are lucky they have a good dad,&lt;br /&gt;they have good family&lt;br /&gt;they have a lot of people looking out for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh i really dont want to be saying this shit&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it i cant get the shift&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away, is that easier,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i could come back&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucksake what have you done to me&lt;br /&gt;YOU MONSTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-6706069266025498760</id><published>2009-11-02T22:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:12:09.355Z</updated><title type='text'>I DONT THINK I CAN GO ON MUCH MORE</title><content type='html'>IM EXHAUSTED&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO SLEEP, I NEED TO SLEEP AND NOT DREAM&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BREATH AND NOT THINK&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BE LEFT ALONE AND NOT ANNOYED&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BE CUDDLED AND NOT LEFT ALONE&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW WHAT I NEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO FEEL ANGRY AND PISSED AND RAGE&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO NOT FEEL BLAME&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO HIDE BE SAFE BE LOVED&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT REALLY ALL THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;I CANT STAND THE SMELL OF YOU THAT LINGERS&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU HAVE BEEN GONE FOR FAR TOO LONG&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SMELL YOU AND IT MAKES ME THINK&lt;br /&gt;THEN FREAK THEN WANT TO RUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO RUN AWAY AND NEVER BE FOUND&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO RUN AWAY TIL IM BURIED IN THE GROUND&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO RUN AWAY TIL THE WORLD ENDS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SCARED OF THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD&lt;br /&gt;IM SCARED HE IS TELLING ME I NEED TO BE DEAD&lt;br /&gt;I WISH HE HAD KILLED ME WHEN I WAS FIVE&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FUCK DID HE LEAVE ME ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;I WISH HE HAD KILLED ME AND LEFT ME ALONE&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF SAVING ME AND TORTURING ME MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CRY AND I CAN NOT,&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SCREAM TO HOPE YOU ROTT&lt;br /&gt;BUT AS PER USUAL I JUST SMILE ON&lt;br /&gt;AND NO ONE CAN SEE THIS PAIN YOU HAVE DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  NEED HELP GOD&lt;br /&gt;I NEED IT NOW&lt;br /&gt;I CANT GO ON DOING THIS,&lt;br /&gt;I CANT HURT NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CANT BE A MOTHER,&lt;br /&gt;NOR A WIFE,&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IN MY DAY I STILL SEE ALL THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT FEELS SO REAL WITH EVERY FLASH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DIE, TAKE THE COWARDS OUT,&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM SCARED TO DO THAT NOW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO SLEEP AS MY EYES ARE SHUTTING,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT VISIT ME TONIGHT IN MY DREAM OR OTHER,&lt;br /&gt;AS I NNED SOME SLEEP WITHOUT CRYING FOR MY MOTHER,&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BE LEFT TO SORT THIS OUT&lt;br /&gt;BUT AT THE SAME TIME I NEED A WEE SHOUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME GOD AND LET ME BE&lt;br /&gt;LET THE HURT BE LEFT ON ME&lt;br /&gt;LET THE FUTURE, THE START TO BEGIN&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LEAVE MEAND BLOODY GIVE IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE IS NO ONE TO HELP&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE ANY POINT TO IT,&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THE POINT OF DOING SOMETHING I CANT DO PROPERLY&lt;br /&gt;ID BE BETTER OFF OUT OF THIS,&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE STOP THE WORLD FROM SPINNING I WANT TO GET OFF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6706069266025498760?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6706069266025498760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=6706069266025498760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/6706069266025498760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/6706069266025498760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6706069266025498760' title='I DONT THINK I CAN GO ON MUCH MORE'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3114284884140707333</id><published>2009-10-30T22:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:59:46.304Z</updated><title type='text'>my 150th post</title><content type='html'>I cant quiet believe im been writing this long enough to get to so many posts,&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is ive not found the light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;im not a survivor yet&lt;br /&gt;im still living this nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fed up of feeling so scared,&lt;br /&gt;im scared to feel any different,&lt;br /&gt;I cant face the amount he has taken from me&lt;br /&gt;but i cant spend forever looking for it,&lt;br /&gt;as its getting me no where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still see him, feel him and smell him&lt;br /&gt;sometimes worse than others,&lt;br /&gt;i can hear him but i can ignore him now&lt;br /&gt;i think the mind and the brain are evil to put me through this,&lt;br /&gt;i shake, feel fear and run when i see some of what i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting to feel angry now,&lt;br /&gt;i want to move away from self blame,&lt;br /&gt;i need to move away from it, i know it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;but its so hard when all i hear is what he says&lt;br /&gt;what i was, what i am, what ive done, all my fun,&lt;br /&gt;not the pain, not the fear, not the bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;not the want to run away i dont hear that,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-8055650816123814010</id><published>2009-08-12T22:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:49:30.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in my daughters eyes</title><content type='html'>In my daughter's eyes I am a hero&lt;br /&gt;I am strong and wise and I know no fear&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is plain to see&lt;br /&gt;she was sent to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;I see who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal&lt;br /&gt;Darkness turns to light and theworld is at peace&lt;br /&gt;This miracle God gave to me gives me&lt;br /&gt;strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;I find reason to believe In my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when she wraps her handaround my finger&lt;br /&gt;Oh it puts a smile in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes a little clearerI realize what life is all about&lt;br /&gt;It's hangin' on when your heart&lt;br /&gt;has had enough&lt;br /&gt;It's giving more when you feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;It's in my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;In my daughter's eyes I can see the future&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of who I am and what will be&lt;br /&gt;Though she'll grow and someday leave&lt;br /&gt;Maybe raise a family&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone I hope you see how happy&lt;br /&gt;she made me&lt;br /&gt;For I'll be thereIn my daughter's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song makes me cry happy tears, sad tears and real tears,&lt;br /&gt;i am exactly all i am for my girls,&lt;br /&gt;i am holding on and no more and not giving into the urgies for my girls&lt;br /&gt;to protect them, to watch them grow, to love them daily, to cuddle them, discipline them, educate them and be the best i can, yet never as much as they deserve&lt;br /&gt;or i was to now&lt;br /&gt;but now i think they would get on so much better without me holding them back&lt;br /&gt;they have a fantastic dad who would do anything for them,&lt;br /&gt;he struggles with the tears and tantrums, who wouldnt but he would take them to nursery in hail, rain or even thunder,&lt;br /&gt;he would give them the secure love that i so struggle with&lt;br /&gt;he would be so much better on his own than with me pulling him down,&lt;br /&gt;pulling them all down, maybe if i loved them as much as i thnk i do, id do it for them&lt;br /&gt;im nothing without my girls but they would be everything without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to scream help me just now&lt;br /&gt;and say all the things i couldnt say, im sad for wot i lost, wot was taken&lt;br /&gt;i got so used this abuse it kinda feels like home_PINK)&lt;br /&gt;im sad for how i feel, im sad for feeling a failure,&lt;br /&gt;im angry for letting it go for so long,&lt;br /&gt;im angry for feeling so sad, im angry for being so gulible&lt;br /&gt;im sad for feeling so alone, i want someone to make it all just disapear,&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to cuddle me protect me and let me be sad,&lt;br /&gt;thats probably wot i would say, help me feel better ,help me cry and let me know its ok to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i really need to sort out wtf im doing once and forall and just get it over and done with&lt;br /&gt;i love my husband and girls so much it hurts, im nothing without them yet they will be everything without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remember to breath even for the next 12hours, then the next and just keep going&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could scream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3593809839950038198</id><published>2009-06-07T21:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:08:06.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i really wish i could shake it off</title><content type='html'>Im numb, i feel so so scared&lt;br /&gt;Ive felt surreal,  felt scared, felt like i wanted it over for real&lt;br /&gt;its such an awfull, weird feeling,&lt;br /&gt;how can you tell people who have invested so much that it was for nothing&lt;br /&gt;that you want to die,&lt;br /&gt;that you cant cope,&lt;br /&gt;that you hate yourself&lt;br /&gt;that you hate what you done&lt;br /&gt;that you hate what they done&lt;br /&gt;that you have had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of numb, of fear, of hell of here,&lt;br /&gt;hate the feeling deep down,&lt;br /&gt;hate the life you are left with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to talk to people, ive tried to grab help,&lt;br /&gt;yet they dont care, they dont care that life is over soon&lt;br /&gt;they think i get help i need no more,&lt;br /&gt;they avoid me, they ignore me, they just dont care,&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck should i, i am worth nothing,&lt;br /&gt;maybe people will know how hard it is&lt;br /&gt;when its too late&lt;br /&gt;they dont care that my every day is a nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;if i sleep it is good, when im awake it is a nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;what do i need to do,scream, shout or spell it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been numb since wednesday, too many days&lt;br /&gt;but i still try to be me in a daze,&lt;br /&gt;ive told all i need to without the detail&lt;br /&gt;but will that help or will that be lethal,&lt;br /&gt;its time to move past this and into anger&lt;br /&gt;the one person i trust will know how to help&lt;br /&gt;will not be annoyed, will not shout, will let me be angry&lt;br /&gt;will help me get it out, &lt;br /&gt;if i cant be angry, i cant live no more,&lt;br /&gt;as i cant be his little whore,&lt;br /&gt;i cant be his princess, his bike, his thing to ride in the night,&lt;br /&gt;i cant be his baby girl, his big girl, his play toy,&lt;br /&gt;i cant be his anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that make me bad, does that make me evil&lt;br /&gt;i dont care anymore as i cant be HIS&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling this feeling that i feel&lt;br /&gt;i hate believing the things he tells me&lt;br /&gt;i hate being alive&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i hate being alive,&lt;br /&gt;i want to die, but i want to live&lt;br /&gt;ohhh im so confused its hard&lt;br /&gt;i hate that my life is all this,&lt;br /&gt;when i have so much more&lt;br /&gt;i hate that people dont get it,&lt;br /&gt;how much i actually fight to be better&lt;br /&gt;i didnt choose this,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt help make it better, but i didnt choose it at the beginning,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3593809839950038198?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3593809839950038198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3593809839950038198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3593809839950038198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3593809839950038198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3593809839950038198' title='i really wish i could shake it off'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-7478924417863394893</id><published>2009-05-14T17:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:51:02.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>suicidal or homicidal</title><content type='html'>i just want to kill something inside me&lt;br /&gt;if i could kill of the feelings, the thoughts, the voices, the hate the sad, the fear&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i would want to live, but if i killed all that would i be alive anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;i know im not suicidal as yeah i want to die, yeah ive had enough,&lt;br /&gt;but i want to live first thats all, i want it to all go away and let me live&lt;br /&gt;so am i homicidal then??i want to kill my inner created self, the self created by evil doings, thats what i want to die, so thats what i want to kill not me, i cant die when i havent lived&lt;br /&gt;but im scared to live when i have to live with this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is full of it just now,&lt;br /&gt;run, jump, die, guilt, fear, alone,&lt;br /&gt;but its full of clinging on too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-7478924417863394893?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7478924417863394893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=7478924417863394893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/7478924417863394893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/7478924417863394893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7478924417863394893' title='suicidal or homicidal'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2310403230743063035</id><published>2009-05-05T20:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:48:59.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/SgCYHlbEsiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fke5EsiGnAM/s1600-h/2004-6-16-drawings-kx--19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332429214878839330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/SgCYHlbEsiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fke5EsiGnAM/s320/2004-6-16-drawings-kx--19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;could you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was only 5, i was scared, i was shy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you where my nightmare, my shame, i need to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had learned so much from him by now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still was scared, i still knew not to shout, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one was bad, two was worse, three was torture, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was that all i was worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2310403230743063035?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2310403230743063035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2310403230743063035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2310403230743063035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2310403230743063035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2310403230743063035' title='how'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/SgCYHlbEsiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fke5EsiGnAM/s72-c/2004-6-16-drawings-kx--19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-5624691674768028678</id><published>2009-05-05T20:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:43:03.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine n moan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/SgCWpnU3hOI/AAAAAAAAADg/Cyqjd6B-YIo/s1600-h/flashback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332427600481977570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/SgCWpnU3hOI/AAAAAAAAADg/Cyqjd6B-YIo/s320/flashback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wine n moan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wine n whinge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wine n cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want someone to listen to me just now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im so scared to talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive drank wine to numb, for four days running &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its still there, still not talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flashback is killing me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its terrorising me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its making me scared, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shit in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;has me running scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive cut ive harmed ive carved my leg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see if that will work instead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still need to talk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still need to speak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still need to get it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to be cuddled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that allowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought i had got it, mastered it, made the grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought the world was conquered, my bed not made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its here, its there, its all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so maybe its true, it wont go, till its been made into sound, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my leg hurts where the knife has been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my head hurts from what its seen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes sting from the awake in the night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my lifes over if i cant fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im scared, im sad, im angry, im tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just having enough of this trying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to talk but i cant ask, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want the help but im dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant see this flashback anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time to show this bastard the door, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its there, its constant, its scaring me so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i just cant take anymore, i just dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-5624691674768028678?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5624691674768028678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=5624691674768028678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5624691674768028678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5624691674768028678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5624691674768028678' title='Wine n moan'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/SgCWpnU3hOI/AAAAAAAAADg/Cyqjd6B-YIo/s72-c/flashback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-5307230409177377445</id><published>2009-04-23T11:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:25:17.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i hide</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i run,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hide,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i cry&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hide&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im scared&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im petrified&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im sad,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel ok,&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel ok more,&lt;br /&gt;I want to never feel fear, hate, anger, disgust and hurt&lt;br /&gt;the way i do today,&lt;br /&gt;I cant face up to it just now,&lt;br /&gt;I feel too too vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;Too scared, too sad, too angry, too dirty&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling dirty, I hate feeling ugly,&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling used, i hate feeling like a slag, slapper, etc...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to run, run run run run&lt;br /&gt;never look back, have some fun,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to scream, scream, scream,&lt;br /&gt;From my mouth, very loud,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to yell, tell, shout and scream,&lt;br /&gt;SO the whole world can see what i feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to leave me alone, let me breath&lt;br /&gt;Let me go out on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be "normal" let me be free,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a mum to my three,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-5307230409177377445?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5307230409177377445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=5307230409177377445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5307230409177377445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5307230409177377445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5307230409177377445' title='sometimes i hide'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-401045768683877475</id><published>2009-04-07T12:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:21:43.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>its all your fault</title><content type='html'>I conjure up the thought of being gone&lt;br /&gt;But I'd probably even do that wrong&lt;br /&gt;I try to think about which way&lt;br /&gt;Would I be able to and would I be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Cause oh I'm bleeding out inside&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't even mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;But I've cried wolf a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldFeel as bad as I do&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im finished crying wolf though now&lt;br /&gt;Im finished thinking like that&lt;br /&gt;From now on no one knows&lt;br /&gt;I just do it,&lt;br /&gt;I just get it over with,&lt;br /&gt;I just finish it&lt;br /&gt;Once and for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do the whole "smile" anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like people are going out there way to test me&lt;br /&gt;To see if i will or wont,&lt;br /&gt;Well no more testing,&lt;br /&gt;No more thinking thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;From now on its acting on thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;If i want to harm, i can and i will&lt;br /&gt;If i want to kill myself i will and i can,&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter to anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;WHat does it matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried so so hard, to smile, to pretend to get on&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams, at night, through the day,&lt;br /&gt;You tell me the way to get rid,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should listen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont want to die,&lt;br /&gt;But i dont want to fight to live anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry without fear,&lt;br /&gt;And do what i hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-86778796414487953</id><published>2009-03-29T13:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:30:54.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>im so tired i need to sleep</title><content type='html'>Im so so tired,&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep just now for dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried to sleep through the day for past few days but cant even do that&lt;br /&gt;Im so so tired, that everything just seems an effort,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flashbacks im getting are terror just now,&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of people in them,&lt;br /&gt;They are all taking part and i cant cope&lt;br /&gt;i am scared sensless, just as i must have been&lt;br /&gt;i try to remember im in the here and now but its so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Im disgusted with the things i remember,&lt;br /&gt;the detail i remember it in,&lt;br /&gt;Im disgusted by the things i done, by the idea that closing my eyes made it better,&lt;br /&gt;wasnt often i got to close my eyes but this time i did,&lt;br /&gt;im horrified at the fact i didnt scream or punch&lt;br /&gt;but i never did, did i??&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had,&lt;br /&gt;Why couldnt i have just screamed then, i cant scream now,&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream now, but who do i scream at&lt;br /&gt;ive punched a door, a wall and cut all in a few days,&lt;br /&gt;why am i so angry??? i cant feel this angry, its wrong and its not allowed&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could just run away, run away and forget it all,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-86778796414487953?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2614911762038214239</id><published>2009-03-25T19:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:45:15.483Z</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU WANT THE RAINBOW</title><content type='html'>u gotta put up with the rain,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why ive not been blogging of late,&lt;br /&gt;as my life is shit, full or such sad and ache,&lt;br /&gt;so i should be using this more than anything just now&lt;br /&gt;think i thought that by this time in my journey the blog would be deleated,the world would have moved on by now&lt;br /&gt;so its a bit strange, feels like a failing, but feels like such a good thing that ive got this far, such a double edged emotian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was staring at a poster today with this quote on it today from dolly parton and i was thinking how much rain should you have to put up with for that rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;im not fussed for the pot of gold but some rainbow would be nice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been so difficult,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so confused, so hurt, so angry and so stressed,&lt;br /&gt;Im tired as the nightmares wake me, the flashbacks keep me awake&lt;br /&gt;then the "little people" are up and its time to start over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hoped by now there would be no more memories,&lt;br /&gt;it would all be out and it would all be disgussed, i remember saying that they were all out years ago after i had disclosed a small bit, ohh how niave of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new flashbacks are hell the old ones im coping with,&lt;br /&gt;they are still there but i live with them now,&lt;br /&gt;the new ones if i can get them out and open then maybe i can do the same with them&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick to the stomach when i think about the shit still going round and round in my head,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sick when i think of the life i might have had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive came so far from where i was, but not far enough to where i need to be,&lt;br /&gt;I know i can get there some day, i just need to get it all out and get it all sorted and then work out who i am??&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop being loud and laughing and maybe people will know i need the help, they will see im not happy, they will see my pain and fear, they wont think im just doing great,.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need to take some of the mask off, let me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then do they even need to see this,&lt;br /&gt;I cant have people thinking im not strong, not in control, that im vulnerable and scared, that im fearful when i close my eyes at night, yet even more so when i open them in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know anymore, i didnt buy into this when i came into the world,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted the daisy chains and picnics, not the oral sex and rape, i wanted to go to bed happy, not full of fear, i wanted to wake up happy, not sore and scared, i wanted to go on trips out, not too "group games" with lots of men, I want to go to sleep at night and wake in the morning without a feel of dread, i want to not wish i was dead, i want so much,&lt;br /&gt;god i wanted my childhood, not to be used, made feel bad, made feel dirty, an object for them all, a toy, an add on, a sick part of there games,&lt;br /&gt;what did i do so wrong, was i really so so naughty that i needed shown, was i really asking for it all the time, was i really evil,&lt;br /&gt;AM i really not normall, am i lucky, am i special, am i ugly, am i bad for making it happen????&lt;br /&gt;Which is it, i get it all in a daily basis so which one is it to be???&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could just see!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide forever, i want to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Would people look at me with shame and disgust?? Was i really that bad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone ever take it away, make it better, cuddle me, let me cry, wipe my tears??? or will it just always be this way, was this the hand i was dealt so the one i need to deal with&lt;br /&gt;I really think im doing well, i just need to do better,&lt;br /&gt;I can do this, I bloody will do it too,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2614911762038214239?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2614911762038214239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2614911762038214239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2614911762038214239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2614911762038214239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2614911762038214239' title='IF YOU WANT THE RAINBOW'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-7693958921475533735</id><published>2009-01-04T03:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:07:57.247Z</updated><title type='text'>another year</title><content type='html'>well another year is over&lt;br /&gt;and another one begins, &lt;br /&gt;yet it seems same old here,&lt;br /&gt;ive not slept when its been dark for a few weeks now&lt;br /&gt;My head is pickled,&lt;br /&gt;my head is in the shed&lt;br /&gt;and its truly lost and hiding&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting patiently in it all falling into place,&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i dont miss it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks are so evil, so debilitating and so damn real&lt;br /&gt;Im sure once i talk it all through, it will be easier&lt;br /&gt;I hope once i talk it all trhough it will be easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seem such a shame to start the year like this&lt;br /&gt;feeling like this, thinking like this, &lt;br /&gt;starting it with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;though in a way its not a bad thing as &lt;br /&gt;the only way can be up, &lt;br /&gt;things can only get better &lt;br /&gt;And i know it can, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wot to write to make it feel better&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wot to say,&lt;br /&gt;im stuck here for now, and for now i need to accept &lt;br /&gt;Accept that hard work is needed on my part,&lt;br /&gt;Accept that i cant change the past, just my views of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-7693958921475533735?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7693958921475533735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=7693958921475533735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/7693958921475533735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-9070459623096565318</id><published>2008-11-22T22:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:01:46.810Z</updated><title type='text'>My survival pack is almost ready</title><content type='html'>Its funny, some people pack there birth bag&lt;br /&gt;others pack babygrows&lt;br /&gt;the one thing im concentrating on is survival, &lt;br /&gt;packing things that will get me through&lt;br /&gt;packing things that will keep me there&lt;br /&gt;packing things that will make sure i dare&lt;br /&gt;I got a parcel today that is all packed away&lt;br /&gt;it made me smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;i hope it does on the day&lt;br /&gt;ill know im not alone so i suppose that will help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its all over ill have one more reason to live&lt;br /&gt;One more person to love&lt;br /&gt;protect and shape into an independat person&lt;br /&gt;A happy person,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why its happening again, &lt;br /&gt;to show me i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get through this for my baby, for my babies&lt;br /&gt;I need to concentrate on that&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember its not like then&lt;br /&gt;It might feel like it&lt;br /&gt;My head might go there&lt;br /&gt;But please god let it get back, &lt;br /&gt;Let me do this, im trying so hard,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-9070459623096565318?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-8675310508661262060</id><published>2008-11-16T19:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:09:13.435Z</updated><title type='text'>im so sad</title><content type='html'>Again ive let myself down and kept things brewing&lt;br /&gt;instead of writing,&lt;br /&gt;So i find myself writing now, needs must i suppose&lt;br /&gt;Time is going so fast now and im scared, I cant believe there is not long left&lt;br /&gt;The fear i feel takes me back &lt;br /&gt;the pain i feel takes me back&lt;br /&gt;and im sad, im scared and im angry&lt;br /&gt;I dont do angry very well so thats a hard thing to feel,&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling it with all the wrong people and not the one i should feel it too&lt;br /&gt;But im realising that, slowley but surely so thats better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks are terrorising me day and night now, its funny how your mind works&lt;br /&gt;I try to remind myself that im here and now and not there n then&lt;br /&gt;but thats not easy, &lt;br /&gt;ive been in my invisible blanket allday today, its been a while since i needed it for a full day,&lt;br /&gt;even now im wrapped up hoping that everyone will go away and leave me,&lt;br /&gt;how much security can one peace of cloth do???&lt;br /&gt;But i just let myself believe im safe, im sure thats ok,&lt;br /&gt;I need to think im safe, or i just cant go on&lt;br /&gt;hopping that will head will turn off soon, &lt;br /&gt;thats my ears will stop working, &lt;br /&gt;that the screams i feel inside might come out &lt;br /&gt;And maybe my day will be over, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "stupid " thoughts are here again, thankgod its not just me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder who decided they were stupid thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;As to me, being free is not a stupid thought,&lt;br /&gt;having no more pain is not a stupid thought,&lt;br /&gt;hanging around and taking some more now thats a stupid thought, &lt;br /&gt;makes you think, why is dying so wrong, yet living has to be right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if by some freak accident i died tomoro, would people say i was stupid??&lt;br /&gt;of course they wouldnt they would make sure my kids knew they were loved, &lt;br /&gt;make sure my family where cared for and my kids would never blame themselves&lt;br /&gt;they would grow up happy and secure as everyone arround would ensure that,&lt;br /&gt;so why is it if i jumped off a roof or hung from a beam it would be a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;my kids would be scarred, there life would be awfull etc etc &lt;br /&gt;why do they both have to be so different, i just dont understand that, &lt;br /&gt;especially when part of my reasoning would be for my kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might go and cry some more, i feel all cried out yet with so much more crying to do, how strange, im crying for then, crying for now, crying for the last twenty five years of crying thats not been allowed,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-8675310508661262060?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8675310508661262060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=8675310508661262060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8675310508661262060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8675310508661262060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8675310508661262060' title='im so sad'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3254904018026197523</id><published>2008-08-19T14:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:22:52.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since ive written&lt;br /&gt;ive tried on many occasions but just cant find the words just now&lt;br /&gt;Im still trying to get to the end &lt;br /&gt;The light i can see now,&lt;br /&gt;music to everyones ears,&lt;br /&gt;Im scared to move on as much as im scared to stay here,&lt;br /&gt;I can still see him, hear him and feel him daily&lt;br /&gt;but i can do other things at the same time now&lt;br /&gt;im surviving enough to get through the shopping,&lt;br /&gt;the school run and the "painting a smile on"&lt;br /&gt;im scared to admit how bad i still feel as i know it just disapoints&lt;br /&gt;Im scared to admit that i still want to die,&lt;br /&gt;that i still think im to blame&lt;br /&gt;that i still want to run away&lt;br /&gt;that i still want to scream&lt;br /&gt;There is extra reason to try and try&lt;br /&gt;I am having another baby, so i need to ensure that im "together"&lt;br /&gt;i want no more than to have the most together kids&lt;br /&gt;to do it so differently &lt;br /&gt;so it gives me some fire in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Its hard when they are not here to remind me to breath&lt;br /&gt;when they are not in my vision to remind me who i am now&lt;br /&gt;But they are in my heart and for that i need to fight,&lt;br /&gt;its hard, i so underestamated how difficult life could be as a survivor &lt;br /&gt;Being a victim was hard, feeling to blame is hard,&lt;br /&gt;but the work involved in trying to survive is so so hard,&lt;br /&gt;i try to remember that although its bad and its hard, &lt;br /&gt;it can never be as sore, scarey and bad as it was when it was happening&lt;br /&gt;but lets be honest, id rather be eating jelly tots than doing this!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3254904018026197523?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3254904018026197523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3254904018026197523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Flashbacks, smells, images, dont tell&lt;br /&gt;i see you do it, &lt;br /&gt;i feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;yet im told im ok now&lt;br /&gt;its not the same&lt;br /&gt;i laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;That its meant to be better&lt;br /&gt;its harder its worse&lt;br /&gt;its just not better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me daily&lt;br /&gt;i smell your smell&lt;br /&gt;i see your face&lt;br /&gt;i hear you tell&lt;br /&gt;i hate that youre with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day every night&lt;br /&gt;why cant you leave me&lt;br /&gt;why dont you go&lt;br /&gt;and give me some hope&lt;br /&gt;some time, no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the control that you still have&lt;br /&gt;you must be happy and having a laugh&lt;br /&gt;that im such a mess, such a wreck, &lt;br /&gt;such a failure&lt;br /&gt;but i cant get on with you saying it all&lt;br /&gt;your in my head and you wont let go, &lt;br /&gt;Its not fair what your doing to me,&lt;br /&gt;Its been to long and i just want to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from the hurt&lt;br /&gt;the pain and the shame&lt;br /&gt;free to live, my life&lt;br /&gt;my aims, &lt;br /&gt;please,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-5809801047100197183?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5809801047100197183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=5809801047100197183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5809801047100197183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5809801047100197183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5809801047100197183' title='Please'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-5691975363423137838</id><published>2008-06-25T13:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:18:30.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it shouldnt be this way</title><content type='html'>Things are getting harder and harder all they steps i took&lt;br /&gt;All that journey i took &lt;br /&gt;The hard work, to get better&lt;br /&gt;To feel better and cope better&lt;br /&gt;And now i feel like im back at square one,&lt;br /&gt;I cant do it without the meds, &lt;br /&gt;I cant do it when its not numbed at least a wee bit numbed would be nice, &lt;br /&gt;I listen to the laughter and the playing&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out and join in,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a real mummy,&lt;br /&gt;But i cant, i cant bear the pain, &lt;br /&gt;And im not to blame, I know its not like then,&lt;br /&gt;But i cant help thinking bad things happen when im happy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hanging on by the skin of my teeth just now&lt;br /&gt;It really shouldnt be as bad as this, &lt;br /&gt;I should feel better than this,&lt;br /&gt;But its all tumbling down around me&lt;br /&gt;One moment i feel strong and ready to fight&lt;br /&gt;The next i feel like im in the corner, scared and with fright, &lt;br /&gt;I can not win, I never can&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i fight so hard sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tests to come, &lt;br /&gt;the worse one of all&lt;br /&gt;then i spose it should only get easy, &lt;br /&gt;Or easier, or even less destroctive would do,&lt;br /&gt;As right now its the self destruct i could do&lt;br /&gt;I cant take the noise anymore, &lt;br /&gt;I just want it to stop, silence anything but this,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-5691975363423137838?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5691975363423137838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=5691975363423137838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5691975363423137838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5691975363423137838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5691975363423137838' title='it shouldnt be this way'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-969111148283164608</id><published>2008-06-20T07:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:02:50.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships are just so confusing</title><content type='html'>Boy meets girl&lt;br /&gt;You were my dream,my world&lt;br /&gt;But i was blind&lt;br /&gt;You cheated on me from behind&lt;br /&gt;So on my own&lt;br /&gt;I feel so all alone&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night&lt;br /&gt;I'm always by your side&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;My love is real my feelings pure&lt;br /&gt;So take a try&lt;br /&gt;No need to ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song just makes me cry just now,&lt;br /&gt;can it happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;do you love me, &lt;br /&gt;can you be by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me. &lt;br /&gt;I still feel your touch in my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why &lt;br /&gt;Without you it's hard to survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly. &lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. &lt;br /&gt;Need you by my side. &lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static. &lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky. &lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so... &lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go. &lt;br /&gt;Want you in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. &lt;br /&gt;They wipe away tears that I cry. &lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad times, we've been through them all. &lt;br /&gt;You make me rise when I fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly. &lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. &lt;br /&gt;Need you by my side. &lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static. &lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky. &lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so... &lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go. &lt;br /&gt;Want you in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though thats one is worse,&lt;br /&gt;as i just dont know anymore,&lt;br /&gt;how can love hurt, how can it be so confussing &lt;br /&gt;how can you love me then hate me&lt;br /&gt;i dont know anymore wot i need and wot i want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-969111148283164608?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/969111148283164608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=969111148283164608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/969111148283164608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me&lt;br /&gt;to see how it will go if im definetly not here, &lt;br /&gt;Im thinking if i can see them all coping i can know they will&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop crying&lt;br /&gt;im letting everyone down round about me&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im failing the world even though im trying so hard not too, &lt;br /&gt;i feel like im letting everyone down by being a burden and being around&lt;br /&gt;i watched the world tumble down, not everyones world&lt;br /&gt;but it was mine, i watched it over and over again &lt;br /&gt;and i dont think i can watch it again&lt;br /&gt;what do i have left now to prove to me it was real,&lt;br /&gt;To prove to others too, &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing, just my word&lt;br /&gt;And i know that people wouldnt care for that&lt;br /&gt;So thats the last, ive got no chance of proving it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go there, for one last look, &lt;br /&gt;to win the battle that ive always took&lt;br /&gt;To see how tall i am in the spaces there, &lt;br /&gt;To feel less scared walking up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;To smell the smells that time would have changed&lt;br /&gt;To put new thoughts of it into my brain&lt;br /&gt;But like everything else I failed to do&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt go there, i ran out of time &lt;br /&gt;And now its no more, i cant ever win the control&lt;br /&gt;In my head, in my dreams, in my waking moment&lt;br /&gt;The place will win everytime &lt;br /&gt;As like everything else i lost the control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on but change so much&lt;br /&gt;But its better to hurt one than many&lt;br /&gt;So its better that i feel pain than any one else&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i think its not worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;As im bringing them down and making them sick&lt;br /&gt;Sick of fighting and sick of me, &lt;br /&gt;Sick of having a strop, a psycho, an idiot, just me&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to get better but its not at all, &lt;br /&gt;So i cant think what else i can do so wrong, &lt;br /&gt;I feel the world stare and judge &lt;br /&gt;And they wont do that if im no more, &lt;br /&gt;They might just help them all some more, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength and show me the path&lt;br /&gt;That i need to take for everyone else&lt;br /&gt;It cant be about me&lt;br /&gt;Not to start&lt;br /&gt;its gotta be about the people that matter&lt;br /&gt;Its the sadest thing ive ever realised &lt;br /&gt;thats im screwing up my nearest and dearest,&lt;br /&gt;But when mum makes you scared when she shouts and balls&lt;br /&gt;And angers dad so much he explodes, &lt;br /&gt;then whats the point of her being around&lt;br /&gt;When mums are meant to help not hinder&lt;br /&gt;A mum will do anything in the world&lt;br /&gt;To make sure there child has the best&lt;br /&gt;So maybe its time for this mum to rest,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3756964791156787377</id><published>2008-05-26T10:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:14:33.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams are nightmares, and nightmares are no dreams</title><content type='html'>Im not really doing well &lt;br /&gt;Im sleeping, then im dreaming, im dreaming the worst&lt;br /&gt;so i wake, when i wake there still there, &lt;br /&gt;i cant be happy, &lt;br /&gt;i cant get on with silly wee tasks, &lt;br /&gt;Im stuck in a rut, &lt;br /&gt;Ive nearly finished my talking,&lt;br /&gt;there isnt much i havent disclosed&lt;br /&gt;so should i feel like this&lt;br /&gt;i thought it got better&lt;br /&gt;yet right now its worse&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away and hide&lt;br /&gt;i want to just run and run where i cant be found&lt;br /&gt;but there will always be them, i cant run from them&lt;br /&gt;they seem to find me &lt;br /&gt;i cant hide when they are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;this next few weeks are going to be hard&lt;br /&gt;i know that more than ive ever known anything&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine for a minute how im gonna get through it&lt;br /&gt;its alright for others to say to make my own memories&lt;br /&gt;to do my own thing, to make them happy&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to do that,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to stop them taking over my every thought&lt;br /&gt;i feel when im out that everyone knows and they look at me with such disgust&lt;br /&gt;i cant blame them, though sometimes i wish they would understand&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what was happening, i was not aware, &lt;br /&gt;so surely people cant blame me, &lt;br /&gt;i wish they wouldnt &lt;br /&gt;i dont want to blame me anymore, but the other choice is to scarey&lt;br /&gt;so i might run,&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy, feel happy, not fear, not dirt, i want to do something with my life&lt;br /&gt;i dont want them to end it, but its so close now, and events in the next seven days will make or break me, they will be the final nail in the coffin or the final string to pull me up and get me on, &lt;br /&gt;im so so so scared, i felt calm now i feel fear, &lt;br /&gt;i wish it didnt have to be like this, but im losing any control i did have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3756964791156787377?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3756964791156787377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2314134898168312951</id><published>2008-05-19T14:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:59:53.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what a mess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think its time i gave up&lt;br /&gt;i think theres only so many times i can ask for help&lt;br /&gt;And get no where, &lt;br /&gt;there has to be a reason for that&lt;br /&gt;there has to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are people consistently there, who help&lt;br /&gt;and thankgod for them&lt;br /&gt;but today i went to the drs for anti-depressants&lt;br /&gt;to me that shows i want to get better&lt;br /&gt;the ones i were on are no longer suitable&lt;br /&gt;so i stopped&lt;br /&gt;im dizzy, sick, low, tearfull, angry and yep &lt;br /&gt;suicidal&lt;br /&gt;so i thought id go to the drs and sort it out&lt;br /&gt;what did i get NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;no anti depressants, ive to go to my own gp&lt;br /&gt;who i cant get an appointment with&lt;br /&gt;then they phone and say ive to ask the m.h.t &lt;br /&gt;for an appointment for anti-depressants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country where junkies get methadone,&lt;br /&gt;FREE OF CHARGE&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholics get more money for alcohol&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE GOVERNMENT&lt;br /&gt;And i am denied an anti depressant&lt;br /&gt;A tablet that will help me live&lt;br /&gt;without which i can not live and will not live&lt;br /&gt;Ive told my family to sue the nhs when i commit suicide &lt;br /&gt;as ive asked for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say im disgusted would be a true description&lt;br /&gt;though to say im hurt would be a truer one&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the powers that be are telling me&lt;br /&gt;im not worth an anti-depressant&lt;br /&gt;they couldnt care if i commited suicide&lt;br /&gt;they have given up on me&lt;br /&gt;so why should i keep going,&lt;br /&gt;im trying so so hard and fighting each day to live&lt;br /&gt;yet im left fighting all the harder as i cant even get a happy pill&lt;br /&gt;now more than ever ive to try and not self medicate&lt;br /&gt;how can i not self medicate when they wont even medicate me &lt;br /&gt;Its just an absouloute mess and one that will come to an end one way or another&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a test, maybe they want to see wot i will do, &lt;br /&gt;or maybe they truley dont care and thats one less script to write&lt;br /&gt;one less script to fund, one less number to accomadate,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is they just didnt need to do it to me just now&lt;br /&gt;im not strong enough for this just now,&lt;br /&gt;im not strong enough for any of it,&lt;br /&gt;how can i possible fight, when i have no fuel left to fight with&lt;br /&gt;when im sick,sore and hurting, &lt;br /&gt;why is this all happening now, what is the reason for it now&lt;br /&gt;why should i even try to fight, when no one else is fighting for me,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2314134898168312951?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2314134898168312951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2314134898168312951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2314134898168312951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2314134898168312951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2314134898168312951' title='what a mess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-6960693204403668858</id><published>2008-04-23T08:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:27:32.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>god i feel so so trapped&lt;br /&gt;like ive never felt so trapped&lt;br /&gt;im here for the taking now&lt;br /&gt;i feel scared to go out&lt;br /&gt;the panic is getting worse&lt;br /&gt;i feel fear to sleep&lt;br /&gt;the dreaming&lt;br /&gt;i am his whore&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it&lt;br /&gt;ive proved to the world now&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe what a mess it is now&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;but thats a way way off&lt;br /&gt;its a long long long way&lt;br /&gt;ive just got such a bad feeling about everything&lt;br /&gt;im trapped just a little more&lt;br /&gt;i struggle as it is&lt;br /&gt;i struggle daily&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;i feel cheap&lt;br /&gt;i feel dirty&lt;br /&gt;i feel so so scared&lt;br /&gt;this is just such a mess&lt;br /&gt;its going to be such a long way to happy&lt;br /&gt;i just never got how long til this last week&lt;br /&gt;things are sent to test me&lt;br /&gt;but me and tests have just had it this week&lt;br /&gt;or is it a way of keeping me safe&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6960693204403668858?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2848491585114899080</id><published>2008-04-16T18:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:24:29.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>its funny when you realise how much someone means to you&lt;br /&gt;its funny, but not funny haha&lt;br /&gt;ive cried and puked all the way home,&lt;br /&gt;ive never been as much a state as i am now&lt;br /&gt;i havent even went for my cuppa,&lt;br /&gt;im crying hysterical in my room&lt;br /&gt;like ive never cried&lt;br /&gt;im a mess&lt;br /&gt;he knows it&lt;br /&gt;you know it&lt;br /&gt;ive never been as hurt as i am now&lt;br /&gt;because ive never hurt&lt;br /&gt;the worst feeling in the world is hurting people&lt;br /&gt;letting them down&lt;br /&gt;and thats wot i done&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault that she is leaving&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault that my mum hates me&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault that your not my mum&lt;br /&gt;but im so so sorry&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;i said wot i did last week through fear&lt;br /&gt;please dont hate me&lt;br /&gt;ive left today feeling that&lt;br /&gt;you either dont believe&lt;br /&gt;or think they were right and i deserved it all&lt;br /&gt;or you dont like me&lt;br /&gt;and out of all of them the last is probably the worst&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldnt care wot you think&lt;br /&gt;but two years, my daughter was 2, and we met when i was pregnant&lt;br /&gt;you are really the only one who truley cared and today i showed you why you shouldnt&lt;br /&gt;i showed you i wasnt nice&lt;br /&gt;not to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;just so you can hate me like A does&lt;br /&gt;im crying and its hurting more than it ever should,&lt;br /&gt;im so so sorry&lt;br /&gt;please dont hate me, please dont,&lt;br /&gt;im so so sorry, you scared me today and i realised that you were human like me&lt;br /&gt;you wont like me unconditionaly and i need to get to grips with that&lt;br /&gt;i had my self all worked up for an attack today, is that not how it happens???&lt;br /&gt;please dont hate me, please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2848491585114899080?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2848491585114899080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2848491585114899080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2848491585114899080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fighting though wary&lt;br /&gt;i wont let you down, i wont give up&lt;br /&gt;i wont make you regret, i wont make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;i am your rising star and ill keep on rising&lt;br /&gt;til ive got to the end then i start my shining,&lt;br /&gt;we will get there J you and me, &lt;br /&gt;we can do this, we need to do this,&lt;br /&gt;I will make you proud I promise,x,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-5097071205325988306?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5097071205325988306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=5097071205325988306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sh""t</title><content type='html'>I cant stop the panic&lt;br /&gt;it feels like my chest is going to cave in&lt;br /&gt;im counting my breathing&lt;br /&gt;in and out and thinking about each breath&lt;br /&gt;things have become clearer of wot went on&lt;br /&gt;i dont know that i was even meant to be there&lt;br /&gt;god was i even meant to know&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i was meant to see,&lt;br /&gt;Or meant to be aware,&lt;br /&gt;So how is that wrong&lt;br /&gt;So why did i even think like that&lt;br /&gt;Did i hope it had been more, &lt;br /&gt;Of course i didnt&lt;br /&gt;Did i really think that others were involved&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i did,&lt;br /&gt;I always knew it was confused and muddled&lt;br /&gt;And my head was playing tricks&lt;br /&gt;So why did i not just waite til &lt;br /&gt;I knew for sure &lt;br /&gt;Or would i never have known for sure&lt;br /&gt;If i hadnt spoke&lt;br /&gt;Why could i betray like that&lt;br /&gt;Ive thought of nothing more, &lt;br /&gt;And its so much clearer now that im letting me think&lt;br /&gt;Ive been physically sick with the realisation in my head&lt;br /&gt;That I shouldnt have been, or seen or saw&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have hid behind that door, &lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have feared him for his looks,&lt;br /&gt;I should have known that he was all good&lt;br /&gt;How can your head not let it be clear&lt;br /&gt;Til you think the worse when there was nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panic im having &lt;br /&gt;is so so bad&lt;br /&gt;the feeling in my heart &lt;br /&gt;Is so so sad&lt;br /&gt;The loss that im feeling&lt;br /&gt;For twenty eight year&lt;br /&gt;Is worse than the hate, &lt;br /&gt;the hurt and the fear&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be the longest &lt;br /&gt;two weeks that ive ever been through&lt;br /&gt;But ill just have to cope &lt;br /&gt;to get on and get through&lt;br /&gt;I can sort some out on monday so that good&lt;br /&gt;But then im stuck much longer after&lt;div 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survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-4268875339162144961</id><published>2008-04-04T20:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:35:34.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Im tired but im restless</title><content type='html'>I cant get the shit that im in out my head&lt;br /&gt;Ive been angry for days now&lt;br /&gt;Angry with lots of people&lt;br /&gt;For lots of things&lt;br /&gt;Im taking control and some might not like it&lt;br /&gt;But i cant go on feeling i have no rights&lt;br /&gt;I do have rights as does every human&lt;br /&gt;My inability to say what i want to say &lt;br /&gt;leaves me being accused&lt;br /&gt;I was accused of manipulating today&lt;br /&gt;I WAS NOT &lt;br /&gt;I was angry, i didnt want an answer or a lecture&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want my failings pointed out&lt;br /&gt;I wanted support &lt;br /&gt;Roll on next month as at the rate things are going &lt;br /&gt;The things promised will be taking away&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand the huge concern &lt;br /&gt;I dont know why people need to talk about me&lt;br /&gt;I am capable of when needed asking for what i need&lt;br /&gt;I have one of the brightest kids in the nursery&lt;br /&gt;A happy kid, she has her moments, dont they all&lt;br /&gt;I have a loving child, one who knows right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;One who can tell anything without fear &lt;br /&gt;And more importantly one that has respect and love for herself&lt;br /&gt;And others&lt;br /&gt;I have a child that will offer to help people without prompting&lt;br /&gt;Who will say please and thankyou without prompting,&lt;br /&gt;Who is tidy, who is clean, who is read to everynight &lt;br /&gt;Who is cuddled when it is needed&lt;br /&gt;Who is told off when is needed&lt;br /&gt;I have a child that knows mummy can be angry and dislike something they have done&lt;br /&gt;But who loves them regardless, &lt;br /&gt;And she is only 5, so why can people think im not doing 100%&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking it all along, thinking that without me they would go further&lt;br /&gt;But they wont they are what they are because of me&lt;br /&gt;I was given a blank canvas and produced a masterpiece &lt;br /&gt;So how can people doubt anything where children are concerned,&lt;br /&gt;Im so so so angry that my inability to allow me to show that ive done well&lt;br /&gt;My inability to allow people to praise,&lt;br /&gt;More importantly my fear of letting people see my love for my children&lt;br /&gt;Which is so strong it physically hurts me&lt;br /&gt;Yet because i feel that i cant show people that,&lt;br /&gt;Or that this may be wrongly judged then im leaving myself open to too much&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to get my head clear today, yet yesterday it was as clear as day&lt;br /&gt;today its all foggy and hurting&lt;br /&gt;I am so much more equiped now than i was last year&lt;br /&gt;So why now,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im all so wrong, maybe i should stop listening to what i think is being said&lt;br /&gt;But then can i be this wrong&lt;br /&gt;This will be a long weekend, the longest in so long,&lt;br /&gt;Then next week when i should be celebrating, I wont i will be paranoid &lt;br /&gt;Wandering what they are deciding, who is going to come to the door,&lt;br /&gt;Scared that things ive said go further, &lt;br /&gt;that any trust i had will be blown away&lt;br /&gt;Why when i take a step forward is there always someone ready to push me back &lt;br /&gt;Or am i so used to that, that i make it happen,&lt;br /&gt;Is it just the pressure that this month brings&lt;br /&gt;Are people wanting me to hate them as that makes it easier,&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i should stop assuming and see what monday brings, &lt;br /&gt;But that is so so so much easier to say than do&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand what i do so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Yet obviously they all do,&lt;br /&gt;Im sad that my parenting skills where even criticised today&lt;br /&gt;As i know im a good mum, regardless of what i say&lt;br /&gt;My eldest wouldnt be as confident as clever as happy as she is&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for me and her dad ensuring this,&lt;br /&gt;I need to put it out forget it tonight&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy the weekend and just forget the nights&lt;br /&gt;It just all seems to be such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do i need to say so much&lt;br /&gt;I only say what i can to the ones that i can&lt;br /&gt;As i need support and believed &lt;br /&gt;Not criticised and confused&lt;br /&gt;Why do they all have to go and talk&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back, behind the block&lt;br /&gt;Come here, go there but not leaving me out&lt;br /&gt;Then i fear whats said and what secrets come out&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its another 72hours i think&lt;br /&gt;Till i can even ask or discuss the reason&lt;br /&gt;to phone to talk to discuss my being,&lt;br /&gt;But i need to air what is in my head&lt;br /&gt;I could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could have so mis read&lt;br /&gt;But i cant see it like that, &lt;br /&gt;I know emotian and today i was faced with many of them&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off, angry annoyed them all&lt;br /&gt;And that scares me from someone i trust more than all&lt;br /&gt;If it was someone who didnt know or know me&lt;br /&gt;Then i would cope with that and support wee me&lt;br /&gt;But how can i support her, when her feelings feel wrong&lt;br /&gt;When i want to grieve and i want to work on&lt;br /&gt;Then along comes something else to make it not on&lt;br /&gt;I know that things are never easy&lt;br /&gt;But jesus this is more than hard&lt;br /&gt;Its awfull, its tiring, its exhausting and scarey&lt;br /&gt;But i need to fight til the end til im so happy,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my new life &lt;br /&gt;I was told the other day&lt;br /&gt;And i couldnt have put it any other way&lt;br /&gt;So heres hoping its not altered before i can start &lt;br /&gt;And heres hoping i can grieve and accept im not a tart&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can admit that i love my kids so much&lt;br /&gt;That i will always be the best they have got&lt;br /&gt;Would have and is possible&lt;br /&gt;surely everone can see this,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-4268875339162144961?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4268875339162144961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=4268875339162144961' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know deep down it will have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But i cant i just cant do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they check it over&lt;br /&gt;Can you sneak in and hide&lt;br /&gt;Then you would never be dead only missing&lt;br /&gt;But then it would take me&lt;br /&gt;He cant do that&lt;br /&gt;Ive fought for ever &lt;br /&gt;two years now, to undo the hurt&lt;br /&gt;two years to undo the fear&lt;br /&gt;But i knew i had to go back&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt want it forced&lt;br /&gt;Its forced now&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think it would be so soon&lt;br /&gt;I thought i could juggle it for a while&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be my choice&lt;br /&gt;To bury, to go, to be strong&lt;br /&gt;This just aint happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get my head round anything tonight&lt;br /&gt;i can see no light&lt;br /&gt;there isnt even a tunnell&lt;br /&gt;i now know what i need&lt;br /&gt;it is so clear&lt;br /&gt;it is so near&lt;br /&gt;and it just aint happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really scared &lt;br /&gt;Im petrified and i cant do much more middle of the night crap&lt;br /&gt;I want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;I know i just need to work harder&lt;br /&gt;Ive done the hard bit for me,&lt;br /&gt;ive trusted, i still trust, ive spoken, though not as much as i could&lt;br /&gt;or as much as i should&lt;br /&gt;but ive still spoken&lt;br /&gt;why can i never tell it like it is,&lt;br /&gt;why cant i have sessions now at 3am,4am&lt;br /&gt;if only!!!!&lt;br /&gt;when its real, its raw, its scarey&lt;br /&gt;why cant i just ask for what i need&lt;br /&gt;why does the fear of regection take over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a child,&lt;br /&gt;not any more, &lt;br /&gt;so am i really of any use to him&lt;br /&gt;it was wee me he liked&lt;br /&gt;or is it scared me&lt;br /&gt;or will i always be a child in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A grown women could voice her wants&lt;br /&gt;would not fear sounding stupid&lt;br /&gt;a grown women could talk without waffling&lt;br /&gt;A real women could just say what she needed to say&lt;br /&gt;whats the worst you can say????&lt;br /&gt;the "i cant tell you if i have kids"reply &lt;br /&gt;stops me probably,still makes me think twice before saying anything&lt;br /&gt;but it shouldnt&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need a reality check, &lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to rememeber who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the fear of feeling that hurt, that stupid, that daft&lt;br /&gt;again maybe it is&lt;br /&gt;or is it the ultimate regection&lt;br /&gt;even down to things that others would just say&lt;br /&gt;others would just ask&lt;br /&gt;others would just speak&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to watch what i say&lt;br /&gt;i know im waffling rubbish &lt;br /&gt;but maybe it will clear some of the stuff out my head&lt;br /&gt;maybe its so hard as i know it is unrealistic&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just set myself up to fail&lt;br /&gt;to hurt&lt;br /&gt;to be miserable&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember not feeling numb&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i deserve no more&lt;br /&gt;i need to stand up and shout that im not bad&lt;br /&gt;but how many people will shout back&lt;br /&gt;j i really need you to help me speak,&lt;br /&gt;i know you do,and i know you get so pissed off with me&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for that,it is not my intention&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if we have an agenda for this week&lt;br /&gt;i know i do, but i spose i always do,&lt;br /&gt;but the closer its getting the more overpowering its getting &lt;br /&gt;ive googled my night away &lt;br /&gt;trying to work out when when when,&lt;br /&gt;but im getting no where&lt;br /&gt;im so scared that im gonna screw this up too,&lt;br /&gt;its a hard time ahead the lighter nights&lt;br /&gt;i know i hate the dark&lt;br /&gt;but id rather it be dark with shadows&lt;br /&gt;than light with every detail to be seen&lt;br /&gt;why could they do that to me&lt;br /&gt;i just want to feel clean&lt;br /&gt;they have left me so dirty and ugly and bad&lt;br /&gt;them all, even him, &lt;br /&gt;they have made me mad,sad and scared&lt;br /&gt;they have made me so damn aware&lt;br /&gt;i hate living in a jumpy, noisy world&lt;br /&gt;a loud and noisy head&lt;br /&gt;i want to remember that he is dead&lt;br /&gt;but they all are not, the pics are not&lt;br /&gt;and worse of all they are not in my head&lt;br /&gt;im waffling away here, &lt;br /&gt;in the hope of the birds start singing&lt;br /&gt;the kids get up and ill be back to safety&lt;br /&gt;im scared to go on like this,&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to come and get me&lt;br /&gt;take me away from him&lt;br /&gt;dont let him touch me anymore&lt;br /&gt;dont let him take the pictures&lt;br /&gt;dont let people watch, i dont like people watching&lt;br /&gt;i dont like them touching themselves&lt;br /&gt;or me or anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;i dont like mens bits, things, what ever,&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear to see them, yet i do,&lt;br /&gt;even in my safety i was faced with that&lt;br /&gt;Even in my safe place, there was still that,&lt;br /&gt;with men touching themselves&lt;br /&gt;and i feel sick to the stomache&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why why why&lt;br /&gt;i thought better&lt;br /&gt;why though i dont know, as what makes any of them different&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick and i cant stop them&lt;br /&gt;if i count squares til i can count no more&lt;br /&gt;then will it be over and will it be time to go&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the place im in&lt;br /&gt;its clean too clean and smells like disinfectant&lt;br /&gt;i hate that smell&lt;br /&gt;like a hospital&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of unwell&lt;br /&gt;there are too many people around to know to see&lt;br /&gt;i know most of them and they all know me&lt;br /&gt;but some i dont know, some you dont see &lt;br /&gt;they make sure of that, but they can still see me&lt;br /&gt;and others, other stupid niave people&lt;br /&gt;but how do they know me&lt;br /&gt;because im lucky, special, good,&lt;br /&gt;or because im stupid, dirty and rude&lt;br /&gt;i hate being there for them to oggle&lt;br /&gt;why would they even want to watch&lt;br /&gt;surely they cant get happy from pain&lt;br /&gt;surely they can see that its not a big game&lt;br /&gt;she is there, she thinks its fun&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so, i just want my mum&lt;br /&gt;but she isnt there, no where to be seen&lt;br /&gt;im just left here, with these two and there team&lt;br /&gt;i cant cope with the thoughts of what they done&lt;br /&gt;or what i let them do&lt;br /&gt;why would they pick me,&lt;br /&gt;what have i done so bad&lt;br /&gt;they always had to drink first&lt;br /&gt;was i really so bad that they had to be drunk&lt;br /&gt;before they could even be with me&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar, sounds like the way&lt;br /&gt;i hate this room, i cant escape &lt;br /&gt;with the walls, the ceiling i know it all&lt;br /&gt;the lights the switches the marks on the wall&lt;br /&gt;i cant shut it out, its here and now,&lt;br /&gt;im writing it down to escape just now&lt;br /&gt;but its not working,&lt;br /&gt;im trapped and i have to let him torcher me more&lt;br /&gt;as i cant fight against him any more&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to hurt and i dont want to hate&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help thinking that im not great&lt;br /&gt;that im bad, that im ugly, that i need taught a lesson&lt;br /&gt;that im lucky, that im special and that im a precious person&lt;br /&gt;his princess, his special girl, his lovely one&lt;br /&gt;her good girl, her number one, her favourite being&lt;br /&gt;she only showed what she did, so i was believing&lt;br /&gt;that it was nice and gentle too&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt know it was gentle with you&lt;br /&gt;you were always worse when others around&lt;br /&gt;you always treated me bad when she was there&lt;br /&gt;you made me hurt more, scared more, and full of fear&lt;br /&gt;why did you not show her that you cared, or them too,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe they would have left it to you&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to do such real bad things&lt;br /&gt;infront of others but not behind&lt;br /&gt;maybe if it was always the cuddles the gentle the not so sore&lt;br /&gt;then i could cope better than i am no more&lt;br /&gt;i cant take the hate you had for me&lt;br /&gt;the love, the hate, the disgust in your face&lt;br /&gt;the look ive seen from you and another&lt;br /&gt;you know who but you and no other&lt;br /&gt;but that look scares me more than you&lt;br /&gt;as i know what that look can do&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop now as im getting scared&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling brave&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling well&lt;br /&gt;im talking to you to drown you out, &lt;br /&gt;but its not working is it&lt;br /&gt;you are always louder, stronger and bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i need to go and get some music to my ears&lt;br /&gt;very very loud music, its 4am now&lt;br /&gt;im running out of ideas, &lt;br /&gt;only another 2hours to kill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-7331298081210437841</id><published>2008-03-27T21:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:14:06.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>numb numb numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Halipix/?action=view&amp;current=valium.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Halipix/valium.jpg" border="0" alt="valium"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a heavy head full of nothing&lt;br /&gt;is better than a clear head but full of everything&lt;br /&gt;how much more will it take to get to where i need to go&lt;br /&gt;how much more of numb does it take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit and waite for it to kick in, so it can kick him out&lt;br /&gt;tomoro i need some respite, ive had a week of me, no nothing &lt;br /&gt;just me&lt;br /&gt;its been the worst week in life,&lt;br /&gt;in the now, not the past&lt;br /&gt;its been torture and hell&lt;br /&gt;and enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;ive tried but ive failed so tomoro&lt;br /&gt;its back to that again&lt;br /&gt;wot else can someone do in order to breath&lt;br /&gt;to live, to exist&lt;br /&gt;im devastated that "me" is so bad, i need somthing to disguise it&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that im making such a mess of everything,&lt;br /&gt;of my life, of my future of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s244.photobucket.com/albums/gg23/license_to_grill2002/?action=view&amp;current=speed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg23/license_to_grill2002/speed.jpg" border="0" alt="speed"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one gets me through the day the other through the night&lt;br /&gt;what a mess, what a disgrace, what an excuse of a person i am&lt;br /&gt;im so pissed off that i should be better, i cant just forget if only&lt;br /&gt;if only if only&lt;br /&gt;as it runs out and im still me,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-7331298081210437841?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7331298081210437841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=7331298081210437841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/7331298081210437841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;was always gonna be rocky,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, somewhere, something said it was a road i had to take&lt;br /&gt;A road to survivial&lt;br /&gt;i was a survivor in the making, &lt;br /&gt;that always gives the idea that im going to make it&lt;br /&gt;But now comes a time, again, again and again, you all say&lt;br /&gt;that i have to decide am i "in the making" or am i "in the failing"&lt;br /&gt;im thinking the latter&lt;br /&gt;there comes a time when i have to say enough is enough,&lt;br /&gt;Or when others have to feel enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;how much time do people have to waste on me!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if walking away is less cruel than finality,&lt;br /&gt;but could i walk and never ever turn back, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Would i not always be thinking, where, when, why and what??&lt;br /&gt;So then i come back surely that is worst than not being here at all&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is in, should i be scared or excited???&lt;br /&gt;Should i feel relief or fear&lt;br /&gt;should i feel so so calm or should i feel frantic??&lt;br /&gt;I know what i feel, but is that normal, or is anything i ever feel normal&lt;br /&gt;People think i was abused, it was years ago, ive told people, now get over it,&lt;br /&gt;if only it was so easy, people think you tell and life gets better,&lt;br /&gt;you yell and the pain goes away&lt;br /&gt;if only it was that easy&lt;br /&gt;if only my past wasnt my everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-5044657194268747836?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5044657194268747836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=5044657194268747836' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>wasted</title><content type='html'>Im wasted&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;i need to not feel&lt;br /&gt;but i just feel wasted&lt;br /&gt;life is wasted&lt;br /&gt;love was wasted&lt;br /&gt;family yep its wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is wasted&lt;br /&gt;fear is more wasted&lt;br /&gt;time been wasted&lt;br /&gt;no more should waste&lt;br /&gt;i am wasted&lt;br /&gt;he has wasted me&lt;br /&gt;im wasted as i cant be free&lt;br /&gt;so i try for numb &lt;br /&gt;to not see,&lt;br /&gt;to not feel&lt;br /&gt;to not know me&lt;br /&gt;ive took some stuff &lt;br /&gt;to make me numb &lt;br /&gt;but im not,&lt;br /&gt;i aint&lt;br /&gt;i just feel some&lt;br /&gt;hate, sad, fear and shock&lt;br /&gt;at him, her and all there lot&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was so wasted i wouldnt know&lt;br /&gt;if only, idiot, ill always be his whoe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-8064112311950723234</id><published>2008-03-15T02:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:48:45.154Z</updated><title type='text'>got me</title><content type='html'>you got me didnt you]&lt;br /&gt;ypu thought i didnt care but i did&lt;br /&gt;you thought i didnt feel but i do&lt;br /&gt;i know that its my own fault&lt;br /&gt;but ive never been that bad&lt;br /&gt;why my baby&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe you took my baby&lt;br /&gt;im sick and drunk&lt;br /&gt;i want my baby back&lt;br /&gt;ive no chance aint i not&lt;br /&gt;no chance at all&lt;br /&gt;i love ya baby&lt;br /&gt;love your smile&lt;br /&gt;love your smell&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;innocence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-8064112311950723234?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8064112311950723234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=8064112311950723234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8064112311950723234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8064112311950723234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8064112311950723234' title='got me'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3869651717073278026</id><published>2008-03-12T03:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T04:00:56.172Z</updated><title type='text'>big deep breaths</title><content type='html'>I think i need to take huge big deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;to ground myself&lt;br /&gt;to remember the here and now&lt;br /&gt;to get free for a while&lt;br /&gt;Ive been doing everything i can&lt;br /&gt;working my way down the list&lt;br /&gt;to try and get some reprive&lt;br /&gt;Its 4am so at least it has been as dark as its going to be&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to think how i feel&lt;br /&gt;and its dirty, disgusting, shame, hatred, self loathe&lt;br /&gt;thats just for starters,&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, ugly, obese, soiled, worthless, &lt;br /&gt;i could go on and on&lt;br /&gt;but i cant as i might not stop&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since i had a nights unbroken sleep&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i actually felt my eyes close&lt;br /&gt;It seem like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;I do hear that sleep is overrated anyway and im not missing out&lt;br /&gt;But id like to try it out sometime&lt;br /&gt;The less im sleeping the more i feel the way i do just now&lt;br /&gt;upset, uptight, scared, dirty, spoiled, disgusting, hatred&lt;br /&gt;and the more i feel like this the less i sleep &lt;br /&gt;so i dont think i can win,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if ill ever win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-1978038429093955224</id><published>2008-03-10T14:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:54:54.447Z</updated><title type='text'>tears for fears</title><content type='html'>Im now sat crying, &lt;br /&gt;the anger has left and all i feel is sad&lt;br /&gt;Sad for me, sad to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;sad that people dont want to be near me,&lt;br /&gt;Scared to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Why does no one want to stick around&lt;br /&gt;Why does no one care about me&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to look after me&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tell me not to die&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tell me im worth being alive&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stick around forever &lt;br /&gt;Someone who can listen to my past and see a future&lt;br /&gt;Im not feeling so angry anymore just very very sad&lt;br /&gt;Just very upset and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;My tears are for one thing&lt;br /&gt;Fear that im alone, fear that they are all leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Why can no one like me&lt;br /&gt;Why when they know do they not want to know me &lt;br /&gt;Why do they not care&lt;br /&gt;Will they shed a tear when im gone,&lt;br /&gt;Will they understand i wasnt wrong&lt;br /&gt;I need to pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;And stop the tears&lt;br /&gt;My kids are hear and i dont want them to see me &lt;br /&gt;Not when im in tears, not when i cant explain it&lt;br /&gt;How can i say im crying as no one wants to cuddle me&lt;br /&gt;Im crying cause no one loves me like a daughter&lt;br /&gt;Im crying because the love i have for you no one has for me&lt;br /&gt;Im crying for all ive lost, all ive wanted and all ill ever want&lt;br /&gt;Im crying for the shame i feel, for the hate i feel&lt;br /&gt;Im crying because im crying alone, &lt;br /&gt;Even in a room full of people i am lonely&lt;br /&gt;Even when surrounded my friends im alone&lt;br /&gt;Im empty, im nothing and i dont like it,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-1978038429093955224?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1978038429093955224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=1978038429093955224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/1978038429093955224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/1978038429093955224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1978038429093955224' title='tears for fears'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-4342274884317187153</id><published>2008-03-10T12:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:08:15.817Z</updated><title type='text'>uptight</title><content type='html'>Im so damn uptight and angry and want to scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;but with who??? To who?? Whats the point&lt;br /&gt;The people i want to be angry with i cant&lt;br /&gt;im not aloud&lt;br /&gt;the people who its safe to be angry with, i dont want to be angry with&lt;br /&gt;The only person i know to be angry with is me&lt;br /&gt;ME ME ME&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS AND I CANT TAKE MUCH MORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-4342274884317187153?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4342274884317187153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=4342274884317187153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/4342274884317187153'/><link rel='self' 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know&lt;br /&gt;Could be told my wishes,&lt;br /&gt;I know that people who know me&lt;br /&gt;When there pc will permit&lt;br /&gt;Will look on here and see&lt;br /&gt;So i thought it be best here, &lt;br /&gt;then it cant get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want.&lt;br /&gt;he makes me down to lie&lt;br /&gt;in pastures green; he leadeth me&lt;br /&gt;the quiet waters by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul he doth restore again;&lt;br /&gt;and me to walk doth make&lt;br /&gt;within the paths of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;even for his own Name's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,&lt;br /&gt;yet will I fear no ill;&lt;br /&gt;for thou art with me; and thy rod&lt;br /&gt;and staff my comfort still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table thou hast furnished&lt;br /&gt;in presence of my foes;&lt;br /&gt;my head thou dost with oil anoint,&lt;br /&gt;and my cup overflows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness and mercy all my life&lt;br /&gt;shall surely follow me;&lt;br /&gt;and in God's house forevermore&lt;br /&gt;my dwelling place shall be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse St John 14 &lt;br /&gt;to be read the way i learnt it from a kids bible&lt;br /&gt;Do not let your heart be troubled&lt;br /&gt;Trust in god, trust also in me&lt;br /&gt;In my fathers home are many mansions&lt;br /&gt;If it where not so i would have told you&lt;br /&gt;Im going to that place to prepare a home &lt;br /&gt;And if i go and prepare i home i will come&lt;br /&gt;back to recieve you to take you where i am&lt;br /&gt;Thomas said Lord we dont know where we are going&lt;br /&gt;So how can we know the way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said I am the way, the truth and the life&lt;br /&gt;No man cometh to the father&lt;br /&gt;Except by me&lt;br /&gt;(i was 6 when i learnt this and said it over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id like this read also&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who is here today&lt;br /&gt;To help the people who are sad, &lt;br /&gt;to say goodbye as i go&lt;br /&gt;Then i thankyou for being in my life&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry that this has happened now,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think, a waste, &lt;br /&gt;But look at what ive left behind &lt;br /&gt;my life was never a waste,&lt;br /&gt;Two most beutiful girls that will know forever more&lt;br /&gt;they were brought to the world with such love&lt;br /&gt;They are the reason i lived so long&lt;br /&gt;So everyone in here dont be sad&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for what ive done&lt;br /&gt;And make sure them two wee ones&lt;br /&gt;Will never forget there mum&lt;br /&gt;thanks,x,x,x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2293622874606937399?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2293622874606937399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-8116108570930400210</id><published>2008-03-07T09:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:15:16.905Z</updated><title type='text'>songs lyrics and life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And everything around her is a silver pool of light&lt;br /&gt;The people who surround her feel the benefit of it&lt;br /&gt;It makes you calm&lt;br /&gt;She holds you captivated in her palm&lt;br /&gt;Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower&lt;br /&gt;A big strong tower&lt;br /&gt;She got the power to be&lt;br /&gt;The power to give&lt;br /&gt;The power to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these lyrics help me daily, &lt;br /&gt;we all know someone like this if we are lucky &lt;br /&gt;It took me to receantly to know someone like this,&lt;br /&gt;but im lucky for it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im struggling just now, Big time&lt;br /&gt;though thats is nothing new, &lt;br /&gt;Its hard to get on, &lt;br /&gt;when you still dont have a clue&lt;br /&gt;I hate people seeing me&lt;br /&gt;And knowing what ive done&lt;br /&gt;And now they saw me there and then&lt;br /&gt;Im surprised if theyll return&lt;br /&gt;Im glad i get through an hour of pain&lt;br /&gt;with no drugs, no drink, no help&lt;br /&gt;I feel better that ive done it,&lt;br /&gt;but i feel exposed a little too&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream and cry and shout&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to do it too&lt;br /&gt;But i cant im scared, im scared to death&lt;br /&gt;That he will come out my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired, the sleeping is so awfull just now&lt;br /&gt;The car works some of the time&lt;br /&gt;but other times he takes control&lt;br /&gt;like he says "nope your mine"&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would all leave me be&lt;br /&gt;And there demons would go away&lt;br /&gt;But its with me here and now&lt;br /&gt;And every other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so honest and true&lt;br /&gt;And speak without thinking&lt;br /&gt;But i cant get over the shame and guilt&lt;br /&gt;the embarassement the fear,&lt;br /&gt;The stupidity the hate the utter disgust&lt;br /&gt;At what i done all them years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look at the photos again&lt;br /&gt;And see them how you did&lt;br /&gt;But i cant, not on my own, like this&lt;br /&gt;And i cant because i fear, &lt;br /&gt;I tried the "im still here", the being brave&lt;br /&gt;"When ive told so there your wrong"&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt care&lt;br /&gt;They cant tarnish his name, &lt;br /&gt;they cant do him harm,&lt;br /&gt;the people who i cant tell&lt;br /&gt;he knows i never will&lt;br /&gt;so is he always going to have this hold over me&lt;br /&gt;Is he always going to bloody win,&lt;br /&gt;Im ready to fight this sometimes and i feel brave&lt;br /&gt;Then i reaslise that all my worth, is to be a mans sex slave&lt;br /&gt;So wots the point of fighting&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of being&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of dealing &lt;br /&gt;When ill only end up leaving&lt;br /&gt;Ive not cut for so so long&lt;br /&gt;Ive done so well with that&lt;br /&gt;Ive used the ice cubes, the cards, everything&lt;br /&gt;But today is a new start&lt;br /&gt;I feel i need to cut away the places he put his hands&lt;br /&gt;Cut away to stop me feeling&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the blood wont stop&lt;br /&gt;I thought of walking in front of a bus earlier,&lt;br /&gt;But it didnt seem the time&lt;br /&gt;As i couldnt do it to look like an accident&lt;br /&gt;When i was pushing a pram beside&lt;br /&gt;Ill need to waite til im alone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe waite a while&lt;br /&gt;But i cant do the school start thing&lt;br /&gt;So i need to make a move on&lt;br /&gt;I need to hurry up &lt;br /&gt;As its only 24 weeks from now&lt;br /&gt;So the preparations will start so soon&lt;br /&gt;And thats just not for me&lt;br /&gt;But the only way i can escape them &lt;br /&gt;Is to make sure i cant see&lt;br /&gt;I cant breath, I cant move and I am no more&lt;br /&gt;Ill let down a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;But ill free them up too, to get on with there life&lt;br /&gt;And have some peace from constantly having me&lt;br /&gt;At them to help, not getting anywhere, &lt;br /&gt;Ive been told how well ive done&lt;br /&gt;I was told that on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;To get to where i am in life&lt;br /&gt;With all i had to do&lt;br /&gt;But its not down to fight, or me&lt;br /&gt;Its down to fear or being asked&lt;br /&gt;So i just got by and never tried &lt;br /&gt;So i dont deserve praise or help&lt;br /&gt;The best thing i could do for all around&lt;br /&gt;Would be to leave them all to be,&lt;br /&gt;To live a life with peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;A life without me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-9198594338851413866</id><published>2008-02-26T05:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:47:04.320Z</updated><title type='text'>the eyes are the window to the soul</title><content type='html'>So wot do mine say about me&lt;br /&gt;right now they probabaly dont say much as they havent shut in so long they are struggling to say anything much, &lt;br /&gt;Im so so so tired, but im just not relaxing at night&lt;br /&gt;how the hell can i &lt;br /&gt;i will need to try from early on tonight &lt;br /&gt;and hope i get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;ive been hanging on with a thread since saturday&lt;br /&gt;i feel drained and sad and angry and upset and generally peeved&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick and scared&lt;br /&gt;And i feel agitated&lt;br /&gt;But i need to get a grip enough to relax enough to sleep&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it takes i just need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;As the longer and more im not sleeping the shorter my temper is through the day&lt;br /&gt;Ive had the odd scarey moment too, but i battled them to get to here,&lt;br /&gt;Wish i drank coffee as i think i would have needed some today&lt;br /&gt;I think its going to be a long one,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-9198594338851413866?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/9198594338851413866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-8433913938716724567</id><published>2008-02-22T03:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T03:46:46.995Z</updated><title type='text'>in the middle of the night</title><content type='html'>As cilla would say Surprise Surprise&lt;br /&gt;IM up, awake and annoyed for it&lt;br /&gt;i had an hour last night and i havent even ventured near there yet tonight&lt;br /&gt;kids will be up in three hours max so it is seeming pointless&lt;br /&gt;I know if i took some pills id soon sleep but would i wake early enough&lt;br /&gt;probably not so no point in that&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling very calm just now, &lt;br /&gt;not nice calm a weird calm, a planning calm&lt;br /&gt;the calm before the storm calm&lt;br /&gt;had a really weird dream last night, hence why i was back up so soon&lt;br /&gt;but i keep thinking it was real, or maybe hoping,&lt;br /&gt;who knows, not me &lt;br /&gt;i dont know that i know much of whats happening just now&lt;br /&gt;Im not in much control &lt;br /&gt;but i never have been&lt;br /&gt;Ive been avoiding something too and ive realised how much ive screwed up, a bit, by ovioding doing it, &lt;br /&gt;and it might come back and bite my arse as i cant avoid it anymore&lt;br /&gt;i cant as i will not suffer&lt;br /&gt;my daughter will&lt;br /&gt;but will she&lt;br /&gt;or wont she&lt;br /&gt;i cant be as bad as i think others are with me, where with me&lt;br /&gt;i cant live my fears through her, &lt;br /&gt;i need to let her breath and make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but be here when she does&lt;br /&gt;i cant look at her and see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;i cant punish her for the way i want to punish me&lt;br /&gt;she isnt me,&lt;br /&gt;she is smarter than i ever was&lt;br /&gt;By protecting her and by thinking ive done the right thing&lt;br /&gt;ive done wrong by her, her whole life could go so wrong &lt;br /&gt;and who shall we blame, the fucked up mum who thought she was a good mum&lt;br /&gt;that would be me&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER let anyone hurt my girl the way they do me&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER EVER as i am a mum with eyes and ears and im a mum that sees and hears&lt;br /&gt;Why could my mum not have been, was she being the best by me, i know she must have&lt;br /&gt;Its not like people think, she must have loved me she is still here, &lt;br /&gt;I couldnt have been that insignificant in her life she gave birth to me &lt;br /&gt;AND STAYED WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;so why am i meant to feel that im in the wrong for this and i was insignificant&lt;br /&gt;i know i deserved no better and even my mum saying other wise, wouldnt change that as no matter how hard i try the one voice id want to hear say that couldnt say that, so that says a lot &lt;br /&gt;So maybe i did deserve it, but my girl doesnt &lt;br /&gt;she doesnt deserve to be left behind or let down by association &lt;br /&gt;And by my fears, she deserves to be at the front of any line for good and she deserves a mum with enough care to put her first before ANYTHING, but thats just not happened, &lt;br /&gt;god ive fucked up and i know why, i know why im so scared, i know why ive not done what ive done BUT SHE IS NOT ME, so nothing I DO NOW will change the past will change anything bar the here and now, &lt;br /&gt;I will get onto sorting it out tomoro ive to see my hv, &lt;br /&gt;before she goes and leaves me, will add her to the long list,&lt;br /&gt;I know its a wee while, well about 8 weeks or so, maybe less, but its still like tomoro, &lt;br /&gt;If 24year ago feels like today then a few weeks will feel like now&lt;br /&gt;AND IT SO SO DOES, i dont know why i let myself care when i know they go, everyone goes&lt;br /&gt;but then thats what happens, isnt it,&lt;br /&gt;I will explain the fook ups ive done with my girl see if she can help, she will just say ive been stoopid, &lt;br /&gt;My girl is safe it is not that, GOD please dont think that,i may have partook in abuse in the past but i wouldnt in the future or the hear and now&lt;br /&gt;I may have took part as i felt i had no choice, but i was only 4 i didnt really know it was so wrong and dirty, &lt;br /&gt;I make the decisions where my kids are concerned and the only one i can make and stick to is to protect them and ensure they are safe 24/7, which im doing now as im awake so we are all safe as i can hear a pin drop, so i will hear the danger, &lt;br /&gt;BUT in my protecting they may have had to do without, and thats where ive screwed up, &lt;br /&gt;ill not worry now, no point i cant do much at this time in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;ill stop waffling now thats all muddled here its at least straighter in my head,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3123838178073270662</id><published>2008-02-12T00:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:33:22.873Z</updated><title type='text'>back to stoopid o clock</title><content type='html'>its all wrong again&lt;br /&gt;Im back to sitting here wide awake at stoopid o clock&lt;br /&gt;Doing anything not to sleep&lt;br /&gt;As thats when there is danger&lt;br /&gt;When im awake i can hear &lt;br /&gt;So i know my kids are alright&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i remember i have kids&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the time im listening for any noise&lt;br /&gt;A noise that tells me the world is asleep&lt;br /&gt;A noise that tells me im not safe&lt;br /&gt;The sound of lifts opening and closing&lt;br /&gt;Of doors banging&lt;br /&gt;Of keys turning&lt;br /&gt;Of lights switching on and off&lt;br /&gt;Of unsteady feet walking&lt;br /&gt;Of my door opening&lt;br /&gt;Or my door closing, thats a sound i welcome&lt;br /&gt;I listen and hope i hear none of them &lt;br /&gt;But one of them&lt;br /&gt;And the more i listen the less i hear&lt;br /&gt;Im so so tired, im always so tired&lt;br /&gt;But it cant be helped,&lt;br /&gt;I wont be any more safe if im awake&lt;br /&gt;But i can prepare&lt;br /&gt;I can count&lt;br /&gt;I can spell&lt;br /&gt;i can watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I can talk in my head&lt;br /&gt;I can tell&lt;br /&gt;If im not awake&lt;br /&gt;My mind cant yell&lt;br /&gt;So awake it must be&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it takes&lt;br /&gt;Awake is the only option for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-7561382128548349767</id><published>2008-02-08T12:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:40:38.071Z</updated><title type='text'>by the skin on my teeth</title><content type='html'>Im hanging on by the skin on my teeth&lt;br /&gt;And no more today&lt;br /&gt;Im trying my best to get in my car and drive&lt;br /&gt;Anything is better than this&lt;br /&gt;But the more pressure im putting on myself&lt;br /&gt;The harder i am finding it&lt;br /&gt;Its friday and i know where id be going&lt;br /&gt;I know id be getting scared&lt;br /&gt;Right now i feel scared and sick&lt;br /&gt;I never took the wee one out to nursery today&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want her out my sight,&lt;br /&gt;Im going to hide in my bed&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i know they are all right&lt;br /&gt;Ive had the blanket out to feel invisible&lt;br /&gt;Ive had the ice cubes out to feel pain&lt;br /&gt;Ive had the folder out to feel safe&lt;br /&gt;But nothing is working today&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I hate friday, i hate me i hate this life&lt;br /&gt;Ten more minutes is all i have to hang on for&lt;br /&gt;Then ill be ok,&lt;br /&gt;Then i can put the music in my ears&lt;br /&gt;I can hide and not be here&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep and know im safe&lt;br /&gt;Its not long but its felt like forever&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel numb, i need to seperate myself&lt;br /&gt;its the safest place to be&lt;br /&gt;then i can come back when its safe to be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-540068337496325644</id><published>2008-02-06T22:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:39:08.236Z</updated><title type='text'>what is happening to me</title><content type='html'>Im so lost and so confused and upset and sad and angry and cold and tired but wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Im scared and hurt and just so so so so confused&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my psych today i remember going, i remember talking, i remember not talking, i know i didnt talk about the voice and the things he tells me, I know i didnt vocalise the stuff i wrote, &lt;br /&gt;But i dont remeber leaving, or walking or where i went or why i went there, I dont know what has happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so numb, confused, dazed and scared,&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on feeling this despair&lt;br /&gt;Im not long home i went for a cuppa though it took me a while to get there,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;I just know i was scared to go anywhere, I just want to feel safe&lt;br /&gt;why is that such a big ask, &lt;br /&gt;will i only feel safe when i feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;granted i wont feel safe as there will be nothing&lt;br /&gt;but at least i wont feel sad or scared, &lt;br /&gt;i thought i was get taken there, i know ive been so dazed as i know i was wondering why i was out myself in the dark, where i shouldnt have been, &lt;br /&gt;but then im ok as im not young so i can go where i want to, so thats just stupid&lt;br /&gt;I think i was thinking i was five or something,&lt;br /&gt;I think im losing the plot, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk today, but i pretended it was all good, im so so scared that she will think ive wasted her time if im not doing great or worse still she will see me as a no hoper, no chance of ever getting there, so will just leave, retire completly as thats what happens isnt it, people get fed up helping me, i know ive made progress but i just think i need to talk and cry and scream and shout and let it out, &lt;br /&gt;But i didnt i never do, i just pretend im great grand and coping so well, thats what i do when things are so bad as then people dont ask you why its bad so you dont have to talk,&lt;br /&gt;But i cant go on pretending no more, i cant live with the fear i have&lt;br /&gt;Im so so so scared of what is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;I really think im going to die as i feel it physically&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt be able to feel the pain, feel the fear that must mean im losing the plot&lt;br /&gt;And id rather lose than lose the plot&lt;br /&gt;How can i go on like this,&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me, &lt;br /&gt;Im gonna have to sort something out soon as i cant spend the next fortnight like the last, beating myself up for not talking not telling all , not just letting it all go, i cant spend the next two weeks in limbo just waiting to talk, then ruining the chance again, &lt;br /&gt;why am i such a stupid cow, why cant i just talk, &lt;br /&gt;I need to talk and need to cry need to feel safe and need to be comforted and know its ok to talk and ok to cry and ok to feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I need to know im not losing the plot and i dont know how to know,&lt;br /&gt;I need to know im safe, i need to stop feeling scared,&lt;br /&gt;I need to know im believed and i need help to believe im not dirty, im not bad and im not evil, i need to know it wasnt my fault, i need to know im not bad, I need to know that it is so wrong, but then he tells me differently and i need to know im allowed to tell him he is wrong, im allowed to disagree&lt;br /&gt;I need to know im not dirty and i can cry and someone might actually want to cuddle me because the care about me and not because i can give them something in return&lt;br /&gt;I need to know i can live my life, &lt;br /&gt;Im so so scared to love my kids as i cant look forward, i cant see them going to school i cant imagine i will be here to see it, i cant get a job what the point when i will let people down and not seeout anything i start&lt;br /&gt;I need to know my psych is going to be here for me a wee bit longer and see me through this i feel like she is going to go soon, i just know its going to happen, i know she must hate me as im such a fookin waster, im losing it big time and im sorry i lost it today ive never felt so scared, i need to go to sleep i think, maybe i wont wake up maybe ill wake up better or maybe i wont even get to sleep, &lt;br /&gt;this is all just a huge pile of mess and i cant see through it, can you?? can anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-7628289832917845310</id><published>2008-02-05T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:17:28.327Z</updated><title type='text'>frustrating as hell</title><content type='html'>Im driving myself mad&lt;br /&gt;But i cant do nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Ive not had sleep for so long&lt;br /&gt;Its been like hell&lt;br /&gt;Ive been awake now for 43 hours&lt;br /&gt;thats a lot of not sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like more,&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to feel ill again,&lt;br /&gt;Though do i deserve not too&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking too much to stop&lt;br /&gt;My head is rushing with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My head is trying to make sense of things&lt;br /&gt;So i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;As i cant give in to it,&lt;br /&gt;I have to just go on, get on and hope to god im ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about heaven and hell and god,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about a book i once read called the celestine prophecy&lt;br /&gt;And i was trying to work out which i believed&lt;br /&gt;If there is a god as we know and think of, &lt;br /&gt;then why do people suffer,&lt;br /&gt;People say it makes you stronger if it doesnt break you&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im stronger than i would be if i was left untouched&lt;br /&gt;Or what about everything happens for a reason????&lt;br /&gt;That doesnt make much sense either,so why did my life happen,&lt;br /&gt;why did i happen, to ensure misery for all???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you survive this you go to heaven if you are good hell if you are not&lt;br /&gt;What if this is hell, and you start at the bottom and work your way up&lt;br /&gt;Hell does not scare me why should it it cant be much worse than this&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel pain physical pain like i used to, why is this,&lt;br /&gt;what is my mind doing to my body&lt;br /&gt;or why is my body playing tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is hell, im put here for a reason that reason is to get through it&lt;br /&gt;Then what, where do i go then, heaven , what happens there, do people actually love you or do they kid on like they do here, &lt;br /&gt;i think i like nothingness better as then ill never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if they are all there and waiting when its my time to go&lt;br /&gt;what if they are really here now, i know i hear, i see and i feel&lt;br /&gt;but everyone else just thinks its unreal&lt;br /&gt;its all such a mess that is tangled and sore&lt;br /&gt;but i need to untangle it or take his door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-8114286913991500046</id><published>2008-02-04T01:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:41:43.836Z</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;IF A CHILD LIVES WITH SHAME&lt;br /&gt;SHE LEARNS TO FEEL GUILT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-8114286913991500046?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3220965421287666917</id><published>2008-01-28T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:55:10.212Z</updated><title type='text'>i came on to edit</title><content type='html'>I came on to edit what i wrote today&lt;br /&gt;but ive decided to leave it &lt;br /&gt;Ive never edited or reread in the past&lt;br /&gt;as it would make the blog not true&lt;br /&gt;I came on here today to try and express&lt;br /&gt;the feelings i had the way i know best&lt;br /&gt;But all i came out with where the feelings deep down&lt;br /&gt;that my life was over and i couldnt turn it round&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to the people who i knew could help &lt;br /&gt;yet i still sat here convinced in myself&lt;br /&gt;certain it was over and my only way to be free&lt;br /&gt;Was to be no more breathing, be no more me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ive changed the thought as much as i can&lt;br /&gt;In that im still here, im still alive &lt;br /&gt;Im still doing as i am&lt;br /&gt;Im scared that tomoro wont ever come,&lt;br /&gt;But i wish it would as today im not numb&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling so much hurt, like never before&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt know how to cope or behave or be brave&lt;br /&gt;But im alive and the day is nearly over&lt;br /&gt;I took the best advice i got, take it by the hour, &lt;br /&gt;And that where I am at,&lt;br /&gt;its been a lot of hours passed, where i have done nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I havent tidied or cleaned or done anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Ive just counted the mins til another one was gone,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that not much longer and i will have survived another day&lt;br /&gt;Im scared at how close it was again, &lt;br /&gt;But i can see why and i know i will work it out when i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hard week, a harder weekend&lt;br /&gt;but the worst day of all&lt;br /&gt;And i know everyone is waiting for me to fall&lt;br /&gt;But im sick of giving everyone what they want&lt;br /&gt;So maybe they will all have to waite a bit more&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe for now i aint ready to hit the floor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3220965421287666917?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3220965421287666917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3220965421287666917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3220965421287666917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to feel peace &lt;br /&gt;I was meant to feel tranquility&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to feel at one&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to feel relieved&lt;br /&gt;So why am i so scared, that soon ill not breath&lt;br /&gt;Why am i scared of the dark&lt;br /&gt;Why am i scared of the nothing,&lt;br /&gt;It cant be scarier than this&lt;br /&gt;It cant be worse than this living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to one person on my list of must speaks to&lt;br /&gt;Wish i hadnt as she nearly made this different,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to phone and tell her not&lt;br /&gt;But i couldnt let her think id lost the plot&lt;br /&gt;She has done more than enough up to now&lt;br /&gt;She has dont more than she should have had to&lt;br /&gt;So i will leave it at that, but it means ill never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Ill never get a cuddle or a feeling like she cared&lt;br /&gt;But she is not my mum or anything so i need to get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other person i cant contact&lt;br /&gt;as i just dont know how to&lt;br /&gt;I can phone her work but shes not there&lt;br /&gt;Not today or tomoro&lt;br /&gt;So how can i get in touch with her&lt;br /&gt;Well i cant can i, &lt;br /&gt;I know if i tried and tried a lot, &lt;br /&gt;I proberbly could, but if i speak to her i will never go through&lt;br /&gt;what it is i need to do,&lt;br /&gt;ill never take the rest&lt;br /&gt;ill never get it over with&lt;br /&gt;ill not be able to betray and i dont feel like i am now&lt;br /&gt;as she hasnt asked me not too,&lt;br /&gt;neither of them have, so im free to do it then, or am i&lt;br /&gt;god this is just a total mess&lt;br /&gt;ill not think about others,&lt;br /&gt;im doing the most selfish thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;thats what they will all say &lt;br /&gt;but it is about time i done something selfish aint it,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2062980252335302374</id><published>2008-01-19T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:45:59.062Z</updated><title type='text'>its that time!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Friday night pubs out&lt;br /&gt;can mean only one thing&lt;br /&gt;im sat hear waiting&lt;br /&gt;to see what i hear&lt;br /&gt;what will be my welcome &lt;br /&gt;will it be closed door,&lt;br /&gt;i pray for that every time&lt;br /&gt;i love closed door, &lt;br /&gt;that means safety&lt;br /&gt;that means phew&lt;br /&gt;that means not tonight&lt;br /&gt;that means "i dont love you"&lt;br /&gt;so do i want it open&lt;br /&gt;do i want to hurt&lt;br /&gt;do i want fear&lt;br /&gt;am i just a slut&lt;br /&gt;does it mean "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;is that why i do what i do&lt;br /&gt;But i need to remember&lt;br /&gt;its not going to happen tonight&lt;br /&gt;as im not there i am here&lt;br /&gt;it might be that time&lt;br /&gt;but its safe where i am&lt;br /&gt;but its not it isnt its awfull&lt;br /&gt;and ill always be his slut&lt;br /&gt;what if there was never a weekend&lt;br /&gt;would i live alright in the week&lt;br /&gt;what if this is the last one&lt;br /&gt;that i ever have to greet&lt;br /&gt;now theres a thought to think of&lt;br /&gt;a thought to get me through&lt;br /&gt;that this could be the last one&lt;br /&gt;that i sit and waite on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2062980252335302374?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-7135697705215383644</id><published>2008-01-10T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:06:13.566Z</updated><title type='text'>ironic, a milestone, yet so sad,</title><content type='html'>I thought i was near to making 100 posts on here&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was a few away&lt;br /&gt;but i was wrong as this is post 100&lt;br /&gt;How ironic that this is the worst day of my life&lt;br /&gt;And its also a landmark post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so so so numb,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like its over now&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking i should just go&lt;br /&gt;I keep being told i should just go&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb, i feel weird, i could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think it would be as hard as today&lt;br /&gt;To talk and say,what it is he says to me&lt;br /&gt;But it was, it was scarey&lt;br /&gt;And i feel like ive betrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now full of fear&lt;br /&gt;Like i have never been&lt;br /&gt;Of fear, of dread,&lt;br /&gt;Of wishing i was dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive said the one i hear the most&lt;br /&gt;The one I found i could&lt;br /&gt;But i know if it is as bad as that&lt;br /&gt;How bad the rest will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im wishing it was the next time now&lt;br /&gt;As am numb just now, unfeeling&lt;br /&gt;Im not here, im not there&lt;br /&gt;Im nowhere and i cant stop it from beeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to stay here&lt;br /&gt;in the here and now, &lt;br /&gt;Or even just in my sef&lt;br /&gt;But i cant, i cant do it, its just to much&lt;br /&gt;So im better just fleeing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of closing my eyes tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And not being very alert,&lt;br /&gt;As i have a feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That tonight somethings going wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a cuddle&lt;br /&gt;To not feel so dirty or scared&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could get one &lt;br /&gt;From someone who did care&lt;br /&gt;My psych told me today&lt;br /&gt;"if she was my mum" &lt;br /&gt;God how much do i wish that where true&lt;br /&gt;If only to help me through all this&lt;br /&gt;In a way thats not just profession&lt;br /&gt;Though i know its more than that, &lt;br /&gt;But is it pity, disgust and intrigue&lt;br /&gt;At how i am bad and deserved&lt;br /&gt;He says she is taking the piss out of me&lt;br /&gt;Thats the hardest thing i heard,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-7135697705215383644?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7135697705215383644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-4067771882359442420</id><published>2008-01-08T01:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:59:07.995Z</updated><title type='text'>some pics of how i feel right now,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r203/emily_0158/?action=view&amp;current=voices.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r203/emily_0158/voices.jpg" border="0" alt="..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b359/UndergroundStatic235/?action=view&amp;current=bac923f6.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b359/UndergroundStatic235/bac923f6.gif" border="0" alt="Silenced"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s120.photobucket.com/albums/o176/Ms_Synyster_Gates/?action=view&amp;current=abandoned.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o176/Ms_Synyster_Gates/abandoned.jpg" border="0" alt="abandoned"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s27.photobucket.com/albums/c173/the_hamptons/?action=view&amp;current=hurt.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c173/the_hamptons/hurt.gif" border="0" alt="hurt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s139.photobucket.com/albums/q315/ArrettaBitch/Self%20harm/?action=view&amp;current=image37545.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q315/ArrettaBitch/Self%20harm/image37545.jpg" border="0" alt="hurts when i breathe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-4067771882359442420?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4067771882359442420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=4067771882359442420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/4067771882359442420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/4067771882359442420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4067771882359442420' title='some pics of how i feel right now,'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q315/ArrettaBitch/Self%20harm/th_image37545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3600382252472012466</id><published>2008-01-08T01:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:16:00.759Z</updated><title type='text'>another night of no sleep,</title><content type='html'>I dont know how much more of no sleep i can take&lt;br /&gt;My house will be alive again in 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;I dread it, ill be a state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had such an awfull night&lt;br /&gt;An awfull day&lt;br /&gt;My closest aside there are only two people who get me through all this&lt;br /&gt;And they know who they are&lt;br /&gt;My psych and my HV&lt;br /&gt;without them god knows where id be at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today when i saw my hv &lt;br /&gt;she had some news....&lt;br /&gt;she is leaving in april, &lt;br /&gt;I am never going to cope, &lt;br /&gt;I can never cope, she has been through this with me&lt;br /&gt;And she is not going to see the end&lt;br /&gt;Am i going to see the end???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked when she left i threw up&lt;br /&gt;was physically sick, i thought she would always be here&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i didnt really think&lt;br /&gt;I get to a point, yeah this is furthest yet&lt;br /&gt;Then they go, will the psych be next&lt;br /&gt;He is so so winning this battle, &lt;br /&gt;He lets people belive me that he knows will have to go&lt;br /&gt;He lets me trust the ones that he knows will not be around&lt;br /&gt;To pick me up and help me out when he batters me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless and so sad,&lt;br /&gt;So useless and i can do nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im getting left to fight alone,&lt;br /&gt;Ive no one to run to no one to phone&lt;br /&gt;Ive no way of coping without her help&lt;br /&gt;Its seems ill be left by myself&lt;br /&gt;Ill still have my psych i know that too&lt;br /&gt;But with my hv she is a team&lt;br /&gt;How will i cope with once a fortnight &lt;br /&gt;No one to turn to, when im having these nights&lt;br /&gt;No one to phone when he is taking over&lt;br /&gt;No one to help me when im having enough&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk too about nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;God this is awfull why is it so&lt;br /&gt;That whenever i trust they have to go&lt;br /&gt;Im being so selfish i know that &lt;br /&gt;But im saying here what i wont say outload&lt;br /&gt;I would never say it and make her feel bad&lt;br /&gt;as she knows that she has kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;Who can i promise from now on, &lt;br /&gt;No one ohhhhhhh shit &lt;br /&gt;i think im truley distraught,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has loved it though,&lt;br /&gt;that same line again&lt;br /&gt;About what happens when i tell&lt;br /&gt;People i love and care about go away&lt;br /&gt;Why have i been stupid and let myself trust&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have started this,&lt;br /&gt;I should have let it lie&lt;br /&gt;And he couldnt gloat &lt;br /&gt;I could just die&lt;br /&gt;x,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3600382252472012466?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3600382252472012466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3600382252472012466' title='0 Comments'/><link 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think wont think</title><content type='html'>I cant think long enough not to think&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to not think&lt;br /&gt;Which is making me think&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to get rid&lt;br /&gt;Which is bringing it to the front of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to run away and trying to hide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking this blog makes no sense, &lt;br /&gt;I waffle on and talk whats in my head&lt;br /&gt;Assuming people know where im coming from &lt;br /&gt;Where right now im at&lt;br /&gt;But they dont, do they &lt;br /&gt;they just think im a waffling,...tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to talk to a psychologist about my past&lt;br /&gt;About the sex i had when i was young,&lt;br /&gt;with men thats should have known better&lt;br /&gt;Ive discussed the past, now we are on the now,&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to learn who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But im constatly told wrong, by the person from all these years ago&lt;br /&gt;Im told this is a voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;An introgection, i think&lt;br /&gt;*yes she does listen*&lt;br /&gt;As he is no longer alive in this world, &lt;br /&gt;Most of them are no longer alive&lt;br /&gt;Yet still daily, i hear the threats, the taunts&lt;br /&gt;I see the faces and things i despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me would never know as im a mum of two&lt;br /&gt;A wife and a home maker, i have a clean house, tidy house&lt;br /&gt;And a smile on my face for the visitors,&lt;br /&gt;But beneath that smile im a broken person&lt;br /&gt;I do not live as i should&lt;br /&gt;Im scared to go out, I hear them shout,&lt;br /&gt;They talk to me so rude, ive been told its ptsd&lt;br /&gt;My past has made me like this, &lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for his hand, his touch his kiss&lt;br /&gt;Id be happy and enjoying my life and kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats what made me start all this,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there was more to life&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a good mummy to them&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a good wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im working through it with lots of help&lt;br /&gt;And im stumbling on the road&lt;br /&gt;Its a road paved with obstacled for me to fall&lt;br /&gt;A road im scared to go on at all&lt;br /&gt;But one that im starting to walk on, &lt;br /&gt;One that im stumbling and fall&lt;br /&gt;But its one i had to take &lt;br /&gt;Or life was not worth fuck all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder if people come across this shite&lt;br /&gt;That i write to keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;If they wonder what its all about&lt;br /&gt;If they wondered if i was insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im a survivor, if i ever am,&lt;br /&gt;Life will be so different&lt;br /&gt;But for know im just &lt;br /&gt;A survivor in the making&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-7726196774059664939?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3928692395702823338</id><published>2008-01-04T23:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:24:31.426Z</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>im still awake, &lt;br /&gt;ive sat at the computer just looking at it&lt;br /&gt;Not doing anything, &lt;br /&gt;just thinking&lt;br /&gt;But ive been here now for 4hours,&lt;br /&gt;Not so productive&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired im over awake, &lt;br /&gt;i hate this bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been avoiding everything possible today&lt;br /&gt;Ive not really seen my children&lt;br /&gt;Ive been there physically but ive not really been there&lt;br /&gt;Its so unfair on them, its so unfair on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whats the other option?&lt;br /&gt;To stay around in the room, &lt;br /&gt;watch them play&lt;br /&gt;What do i do, what do i say&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so confused just now,&lt;br /&gt;so trying to smile, be happy for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pretend, trying to forget, be  "me"&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i do it no more, &lt;br /&gt;Is that even so hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to crawl into a book for an hour, &lt;br /&gt;If i am allowed, unless he gets involved again&lt;br /&gt;disturbs and gets real load,&lt;br /&gt;Ive still no mp3, and i cant get that one to work&lt;br /&gt;So im stuck to listen when i dont want&lt;br /&gt;As i cant turn music up load,&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know how much more of it i can hear&lt;br /&gt;I know im not allowed&lt;br /&gt;I knew i shouldt have talked&lt;br /&gt;I knew i shouldnt have spoken&lt;br /&gt;I know ive done the biggest crim&lt;br /&gt;And a promise i have broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god i never thought of that&lt;br /&gt;Its something i would never do&lt;br /&gt;You give you word to someone&lt;br /&gt;Youre word you must be true&lt;br /&gt;Oh no that makes it all the worse&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i never thought&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe theve let me tell&lt;br /&gt;Well know i know ill rot&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go away for ever&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to not be a friend&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to stop the laughing&lt;br /&gt;The smile, the jokes the pretence&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to share with me&lt;br /&gt;the mess ive got inside&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do it to hurt &lt;br /&gt;i done it to survive&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for betraying my word&lt;br /&gt;its not something i would do&lt;br /&gt;But i really was thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;Not of harming you&lt;br /&gt;SOrry&lt;br /&gt;im going to switch this pc off now as im rattling and rattling on&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like talking when im not thinking &lt;br /&gt;as then i say way too much&lt;br /&gt;plus i really need to rest my eyes&lt;br /&gt;not sleep im not giving into that one yet,&lt;br /&gt;but just to rest and listen for the steps,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3928692395702823338?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3928692395702823338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3928692395702823338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3928692395702823338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3928692395702823338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3928692395702823338' title='still'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2548730252673840561</id><published>2008-01-04T02:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:11:07.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Crashhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I think im gonna crash&lt;br /&gt;Ive been so uptight all day&lt;br /&gt;On edge, to be expected i suppose,&lt;br /&gt;But how is it, it is now after 2am&lt;br /&gt;And im still wide awake, &lt;br /&gt;No point going to bed now, is there&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part, the being awake, &lt;br /&gt;the stuff all swirling round and round in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Ive read my letter again, then ive re-read&lt;br /&gt;I even had a smile when i read it once&lt;br /&gt;And a dry eye&lt;br /&gt;Well nearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flashbacks have been so much better today&lt;br /&gt;Its like that big part of my head&lt;br /&gt;Is switched off as easy as a tiny wee switch&lt;br /&gt;If only that meant i had a good day, &lt;br /&gt;No it didnt there where still other things to contend with&lt;br /&gt;But its a start i suppose,&lt;br /&gt;But then tomoro i can do the same&lt;br /&gt;The next probably again&lt;br /&gt;Then by sunday it will be CRASH&lt;br /&gt;as there comes a limit, and by then ill have reached mine,&lt;br /&gt;So it will be back to bed,&lt;br /&gt;Back to me&lt;br /&gt;And back to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats all the relief im allowed&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats all the hate he can hide&lt;br /&gt;If only i knew then maybe id know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know, and i dont know if i ever will&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever want to be "ME" in this big world&lt;br /&gt;If he wont control me, and he cant say&lt;br /&gt;Then who will say what happens to me today&lt;br /&gt;God i think im even confusing myself more, &lt;br /&gt;idiot that i am&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose better to be hung for a sheep&lt;br /&gt;as a lamb!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2548730252673840561?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2548730252673840561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2548730252673840561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2548730252673840561'/><link 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not in 2008,&lt;br /&gt;Im so stuck in 1988&lt;br /&gt;Or even before,&lt;br /&gt;So twenty years wasted,&lt;br /&gt;But what is time&lt;br /&gt;time is a healer???&lt;br /&gt;Is it fuck&lt;br /&gt;Time is a reminder&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is,&lt;br /&gt;Time is the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been tortured for days now&lt;br /&gt;Ive had flashbacks for ever&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are lasting for so long&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are lasting too long&lt;br /&gt;I could cope when they werent so long,&lt;br /&gt;When they came in bits and bobs&lt;br /&gt;But a full picture, a full episode&lt;br /&gt;In a oner, im not coping with,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be an arse, buy some whizz&lt;br /&gt;Im disgusted with myself&lt;br /&gt;For not giving up, for not saying no&lt;br /&gt;But i had to, i couldnt take no more&lt;br /&gt;Or the images, the flashes, the pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried to hide and run and spent all yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Cuddled up in my bed, &lt;br /&gt;But its not helping, they where still there&lt;br /&gt;THERE TAKING OVER MY HEAD&lt;br /&gt;So im gonna take some, forget for a while&lt;br /&gt;And get on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Get back to 2008,&lt;br /&gt;Back to being, an adult, a mother and a wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-8828770554398480322?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8828770554398480322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=8828770554398480322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8828770554398480322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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his sickness now&lt;br /&gt;I cant take his torture&lt;br /&gt;I cant handle the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling shame&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling blame,&lt;br /&gt;If i cant blame me &lt;br /&gt;Who do i blame???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a letter today&lt;br /&gt;Clever or wot&lt;br /&gt;I cried a little&lt;br /&gt;Though not with they thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Ive never been praised as much&lt;br /&gt;As i felt in one line&lt;br /&gt;To think someone, &lt;br /&gt;Thinks ill be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good feeling&lt;br /&gt;One i want to hold&lt;br /&gt;But i cant im not aloud&lt;br /&gt;And i do what im told&lt;br /&gt;Im rambling rubbish&lt;br /&gt;So im sorry for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its the only way&lt;br /&gt;I can get rid of this and that&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to hear&lt;br /&gt;What he can say&lt;br /&gt;My mp3 broke tonight,&lt;br /&gt;So i need to listen to his shite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said today, that it helped me so much,&lt;br /&gt;Got one more song, now its use is no such&lt;br /&gt;They say he has no power&lt;br /&gt;I say that shows it all&lt;br /&gt;He wants to make sure i hear him&lt;br /&gt;He wants to makes sure i know&lt;br /&gt;What he is gonna do&lt;br /&gt;To his stupid little hoe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-8676946007038957967?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8676946007038957967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=8676946007038957967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8676946007038957967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8676946007038957967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8676946007038957967' title='tired, tired, tired,'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2324719973030090197</id><published>2007-12-15T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:52:50.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings from my head</title><content type='html'>Im so so tired,&lt;br /&gt;Im exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Im drained&lt;br /&gt;Im hurting&lt;br /&gt;Im sore&lt;br /&gt;The reality&lt;br /&gt;The shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Never return&lt;br /&gt;Not be a daughter&lt;br /&gt;Not be a mum&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of the past&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of it all&lt;br /&gt;Be nothing&lt;br /&gt;If i cant be it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me escape&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it takes&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;To a place that im free&lt;br /&gt;He is killing me slowley&lt;br /&gt;Like he said he would&lt;br /&gt;With his threats, his noise&lt;br /&gt;His mouth of abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt bad mouth&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt listen to others&lt;br /&gt;They "didnt know me" he says&lt;br /&gt;They "dont know you"&lt;br /&gt;"youre evil" "your dirty"&lt;br /&gt;comments on cue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to ignore&lt;br /&gt;But for how long, how more&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to disapear&lt;br /&gt;But he will get me i fear&lt;br /&gt;I need to run&lt;br /&gt;Anway from it all&lt;br /&gt;Or get so low&lt;br /&gt;That i can not fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know its true &lt;br /&gt;And thats whats worse&lt;br /&gt;Ill get through this&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill do the work,&lt;br /&gt;Ill take the plunge &lt;br /&gt;And pray he wont get me&lt;br /&gt;Ill judge it then&lt;br /&gt;What i need to do&lt;br /&gt;Ill play by ear and waite and see&lt;br /&gt;But ive had enough of all this shit&lt;br /&gt;Or being a little girl, his little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared&lt;br /&gt;Im confused&lt;br /&gt;But i know its needed &lt;br /&gt;For me to have a break&lt;br /&gt;I need to speak,&lt;br /&gt;talk his talk,&lt;br /&gt;i need to repeat&lt;br /&gt;hes warned me not to,&lt;br /&gt;but she assures me ill be fine&lt;br /&gt;so im trusting her,&lt;br /&gt;and no longer will i hide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to take big deep breaths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2324719973030090197?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2324719973030090197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2324719973030090197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2324719973030090197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2324719973030090197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2324719973030090197' title='Ramblings from my head'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3767253267565279808</id><published>2007-12-13T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:22:34.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Im in a daze</title><content type='html'>I dont know where i have been today,&lt;br /&gt;Ive had 24hours or more of being afraid&lt;br /&gt;Its been constant, solid, not with a break&lt;br /&gt;What have i done to deserve this, fuck sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been scared so much&lt;br /&gt;Ive just went away&lt;br /&gt;Ive dissociated for all of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb now, shit now&lt;br /&gt;What is the point&lt;br /&gt;Of life, of living&lt;br /&gt;When ive just been a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he tell me it was all about me&lt;br /&gt;When know i realise that i shouldnt have believed&lt;br /&gt;The reality of it all has hit me too hard&lt;br /&gt;That i feel shame, ashamed, and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me, why me why did i have to be&lt;br /&gt;Put with these people who wanted to use me&lt;br /&gt;They told me im bad, they tell me it now&lt;br /&gt;Naughty, dirty but loved, not a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they didnt love me like they said&lt;br /&gt;They werent thinking of me when they were in my bed&lt;br /&gt;They were thinking of them, and what they could get&lt;br /&gt;not me, not me or what they have left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im angry at me for believing it all&lt;br /&gt;for not seeing the truth for not knowing at all&lt;br /&gt;I was never loved, not once by no one at all&lt;br /&gt;So what was the point of me being here, to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared and angry that now its all over&lt;br /&gt;I need to believe that i was just there rover&lt;br /&gt;there dog, there bitch there bit to use&lt;br /&gt;There torture, there fun, there thing to abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the love if it wasnt from him&lt;br /&gt;It was no where, from no one, &lt;br /&gt;Everyone was born to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame no one knew,&lt;br /&gt;That i was so wrong that they just couldnt do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be the worst the worst the worst in the world&lt;br /&gt;the terrible person i sometimes was told,&lt;br /&gt;"Im doing it for you, because i love you"&lt;br /&gt;"Dont tell anyone they would just be jeoulous"&lt;br /&gt;Oh how fuckin stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I should have listened to him, when he was drunk and angry&lt;br /&gt;"I hate you, your naughty" "you deserve what you get"&lt;br /&gt;"You can not tell or ill make you forget"&lt;br /&gt;He has told me this all day, he has made me so scared,&lt;br /&gt;Hes told me he will hurt me for doubting his love&lt;br /&gt;I can not cope with the pressure he is putting on me&lt;br /&gt;so im disapearing as much as i can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3767253267565279808?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3767253267565279808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3767253267565279808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3767253267565279808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3767253267565279808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;there is only one thing i want to do&lt;br /&gt;when i close my eyes theres only one person there&lt;br /&gt;when i open them, he is still there,&lt;br /&gt;i try not to hear, but its there&lt;br /&gt;i try not to listen but i need too&lt;br /&gt;i fear not doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im exhausted ive hardly slept&lt;br /&gt;i want to roll up into a ball and die&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do this, i really wish i could&lt;br /&gt;things that keep me going, arent keeping me going anymore&lt;br /&gt;im just trying to keep busy but not working now&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was getting better then all this has happened,&lt;br /&gt;i knew i wasnt better, i knew i had a lot of work to do&lt;br /&gt;but i never for one minute thought i would end up in this sorry state&lt;br /&gt;i see too much now, i dont want to see it,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to hear it,&lt;br /&gt;but he wont leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;i cant cope with the torture for much longer,&lt;br /&gt;will this ever stop, without me stopping,&lt;br /&gt;how much longer do i go on trying before i give up???&lt;br /&gt;how long is too long,&lt;br /&gt;or not long enough&lt;br /&gt;i dont know anymore,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3244020383065075307?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3244020383065075307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3244020383065075307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3244020383065075307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;there everywhere, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i want to find someone to stop me&lt;br /&gt;or am i glad that no one can&lt;br /&gt;its weird i make a promise&lt;br /&gt;i keep my word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive phoned, who else can i phone, &lt;br /&gt;but no one is there, so i tried to keep my promise&lt;br /&gt;havent i,&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to keep my word and not do something "stupid"&lt;br /&gt;yet its the least "stupid" thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;one more person i can phone and then thats that, &lt;br /&gt;no one can say i didnt try, no one can say i broke a promise,&lt;br /&gt;no one can say i didnt keep my word, &lt;br /&gt;because i have, i really bloody have,&lt;br /&gt;what more can i do, &lt;br /&gt;what can i do, &lt;br /&gt;maybe it was always meant to be this way, and end this way,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, maybe just maybe a greater force is showing me what way it is i need to turn to next and we all know he aint a force to be reckoned with,&lt;br /&gt;he aint a force to be messed with, he gets what he wants, no matter how he gets it,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2450881179353539195?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2450881179353539195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2450881179353539195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2450881179353539195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2450881179353539195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2450881179353539195' title='where is everyone?????????????????'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-336527160634158689</id><published>2007-11-20T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:06:47.238Z</updated><title type='text'>this song</title><content type='html'>My daughter has this song in her playlist,&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to it today, &lt;br /&gt;i was crying with it today &lt;br /&gt;and i feel it is so true to how i feel&lt;br /&gt;it is a kelly clarkson song, because of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;/em&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true, i do not trust, i do not love, i do not care and all i feel is fear&lt;br /&gt;and it is only because of you, your friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;why me??????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-336527160634158689?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/336527160634158689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-5124685870210139789</id><published>2007-11-20T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:02:50.819Z</updated><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i wrote on this&lt;br /&gt;why???&lt;br /&gt;because when i write here, its real &lt;br /&gt;I need to admit how bad things are&lt;br /&gt;I truley dont know how ill make it through this,&lt;br /&gt;im now plummiting to below rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;though what can i do about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it all to end&lt;br /&gt;I can see the long way and i can see the short cut&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know which way to take&lt;br /&gt;i know the short cut, is the cowards way out,&lt;br /&gt;i know the long way is a road ive never travelled before,&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i wasnt aware of how rocky it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to blame, i know i need to blame&lt;br /&gt;i cant get passed this in my head, im stuck&lt;br /&gt;i cant do it, how can i possible do it,&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to someone NOW, is that not always the way&lt;br /&gt;I saw my hv yesterday and told her i was fine, and hashed round the houses,&lt;br /&gt;as i do so so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i do anything else, &lt;br /&gt;can i really tell her i want to run away&lt;br /&gt;i hate living this shitey existence every day&lt;br /&gt;i fear for what is ahead, more so i fear what is behind&lt;br /&gt;I was at the hospital last week, for a small procedure&lt;br /&gt;And i have been so freaked out since then,&lt;br /&gt;ive been a child more than an adult,&lt;br /&gt;I fear everything, im jumping at the least wee thing,&lt;br /&gt;I read an article last week, and the major jumpiness was noted in the article&lt;br /&gt;which made me feel better but it didnt stop the jumping,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so highly strung, ive self harmed for the first time in so so long&lt;br /&gt;i feel such a failure for doing it, &lt;br /&gt;but i had to i was so so angry, with me, with that wee girl i am&lt;br /&gt;that wee girl i once was, that gullable little tart that has made me so,&lt;br /&gt;so i cut her, and let her bleed and felt her pain, and let her feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;the pain that i feel everyday, the sore that i feel everyday, though now i could&lt;br /&gt;see it, it was there, &lt;br /&gt;the shame i feel, the shame that i am, then i could see this too, &lt;br /&gt;as there is nothing more shamefull than a cut leg, to make you feel worse,&lt;br /&gt;and thats what i deserve, is it not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me, that my psych thinks im as bad as him,&lt;br /&gt;she told me she doesnt,&lt;br /&gt;who do i believe, i know who i want to believe,&lt;br /&gt;but how can i, when i need to believe everything he tells me&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DONT????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-5124685870210139789?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5124685870210139789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=5124685870210139789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5124685870210139789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/5124685870210139789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5124685870210139789' title='its been a while'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-327949669032107198</id><published>2007-10-31T05:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:25:51.099Z</updated><title type='text'>god im tired</title><content type='html'>Why is it when im so tired i can never sleep&lt;br /&gt;the powers that be make sure of that&lt;br /&gt;Its so infuriating, so annoying&lt;br /&gt;and pisses me off soo much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired, i feel sick&lt;br /&gt;im just sick and tired of always being sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;Ive had enough of having enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deep breaths needed&lt;br /&gt;big brave deeo breaths &lt;br /&gt;and ill get through another say,&lt;br /&gt;ill get through today&lt;br /&gt;and i can fight again&lt;br /&gt;and breath again tomorow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-327949669032107198?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/327949669032107198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=327949669032107198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/327949669032107198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/327949669032107198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#327949669032107198' title='god im tired'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2139159912058292885</id><published>2007-10-28T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:06:57.888Z</updated><title type='text'>cry cry cry</title><content type='html'>Ive hid the day away,&lt;br /&gt;ive wished the day away&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in bed and slept the day away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to do this, &lt;br /&gt;Im so so tired, i feel sick&lt;br /&gt;Ive had enough of feeling shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be near people,&lt;br /&gt;I think they know&lt;br /&gt;thay can see what ive been hiding&lt;br /&gt;they will think im a ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give out the vibe now&lt;br /&gt;Theres no where to hide now&lt;br /&gt;Ive told things and started the ball rolling&lt;br /&gt;so ive to expect to get a public mauling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are all disgusted&lt;br /&gt;They think im dirty&lt;br /&gt;But i try to be nice and try to be friendly&lt;br /&gt;But why be friends with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrible, dirty, bad and naughty me&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt want to be my friend either&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt want to know me either,&lt;br /&gt;so i blame no one, how can i?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty scared&lt;br /&gt;But i need to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Ill put on the tunes&lt;br /&gt;Try and block out my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will i be a survivor and not one in the making???&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever happen, will i ever be saved&lt;br /&gt;can i handle the pain, the fear and the hurt&lt;br /&gt;that might get me there?????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2139159912058292885?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2139159912058292885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2139159912058292885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2139159912058292885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/2139159912058292885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2139159912058292885' title='cry cry cry'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-6572706587554528093</id><published>2007-10-22T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:43:59.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to speak</title><content type='html'>i must have said this same sentance a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;i must have said it so much in the last week or two&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO SPEAK, I WANT TO SPEAK, I NEED TO SEE IF SPEAKING WILL EMPTY MY HEAD&lt;br /&gt;I CANT HELP, MAYBE THERE COMES A TIME, IS THIS WHAT HAPPENS TO EVERYONE?????&lt;br /&gt;DO THEY TELL IN BITS N BOBS, DO THEY SPEAK IN PUZZLES, DO THEY WORK ON BITS,&lt;br /&gt;THEN BEFORE THEY CAN WORK ON ANYMORE THEY KNOW THEY NEED TO FINALLY SAY IT AND SAY IT ALL.............&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN WHAT, i know what you told me to say nothing, or i know what would happen ive lived to long like this, or ive existed too long like this, that without it ill never know, i know what you are saying to me just now, shhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;but i cant im so so sorry, g, i just cant, do what you have too do, but its time that i need to, as my head feels like its gonna explode anytime soon, i know i can hear you tell me not to, but im trying to block you out, i can see what you are meaning &lt;br /&gt;but ive been like this too long, &lt;br /&gt;and no more is it just for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t63/TheAngelsWeepTonight/abused_by_revaa-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i cant, i just cant, im trying but ive tried and im so so sorry for betraying you, it doesnt mean im bad, its just what i need to do:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6572706587554528093?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6572706587554528093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=6572706587554528093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/6572706587554528093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/6572706587554528093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6572706587554528093' title='i need to speak'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3163673667940549811</id><published>2007-10-22T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:30:54.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>im devastated</title><content type='html'>I cant believe im having to go off line&lt;br /&gt;this pc has to go back to its owner and mine is still broke&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how long ill be internetless for, &lt;br /&gt;though i know ill never cope,&lt;br /&gt;this IS A SAFE WAY TO COPE&lt;br /&gt;I know that now, it is the safest way i know&lt;br /&gt;How will i ever get rid of some of what is going on if i cant do this&lt;br /&gt;How can i ever explain some of how i feel if i dont have this&lt;br /&gt;Ill be left to self harm, hybernate and let it build up inside me&lt;br /&gt;It may be short term or it may be for longer,&lt;br /&gt;But ill never manage and ill never cope&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way i know&lt;br /&gt;My head is wasted as it is just now, and im scared&lt;br /&gt;scared of what im going to hear next week&lt;br /&gt;scared of what it is i have shared&lt;br /&gt;but i need to hear it, i need to know and i need this to be more real&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk, I NEED TO SAY/SPEAK AND VOCALISE&lt;br /&gt;it all but ill be prepared for all that,&lt;br /&gt;Ill take my music, ill take my cover to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Ill take lots of deep breaths and ill try not to be too scared&lt;br /&gt;Ill try to stay in the present when i talk of the past&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember what age i am&lt;br /&gt;Not let myself forget&lt;br /&gt;people keep saying im safe now, yet ive never felt so unsafe in my life&lt;br /&gt;im rememebering how scarey it really was and i need to remember that it shouldnt be now, but how can i do that&lt;br /&gt;i try to explain that it isnt in the past it is so so much the hear and now&lt;br /&gt;but people just dont understand that,&lt;br /&gt;i always knew i was different, always knew i wasnt the same&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why no one understands me, why no one else hears&lt;br /&gt;though i think they dont want to hear, &lt;br /&gt;or dont want to admitt that they hear, maybe they do hear what he is saying&lt;br /&gt;maybe they fear it too, but maybe they just cant accept it, or dont want to accept it&lt;br /&gt;Im so scared that i will lose the plot without my internet&lt;br /&gt;i was told today that millions live without it, &lt;br /&gt;and i do not doubt that, but these same millions probably never had it&lt;br /&gt;these same millions probably dont need it the way i do&lt;br /&gt;im scared that it will be too hard,&lt;br /&gt;im scared that im gonna give up,&lt;br /&gt;though i have took some pills before and im still here, so that wont work next time&lt;br /&gt;Im scared that ive said too much that he is just waiting&lt;br /&gt;im so so stuck in a rut, waiting on him coming to get me, though he is torturing me and taking his time&lt;br /&gt;though if i go and get him then he has won, ive saved him and ill never know&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i dont know how ill manage or how ill cope though i do know it wont be easy&lt;br /&gt;it wont be productive and no doubt it wont be safe, &lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt know, i wish i didnt have to waite, i wish i could hybernate.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/tapitdontslapit3/a7e50bcc29c92b5cb5af8efde0084843275.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3163673667940549811?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3163673667940549811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3163673667940549811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3163673667940549811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3163673667940549811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3163673667940549811' title='im devastated'/><author><name>a survivor.... or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-8741738878116614346</id><published>2007-10-18T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:00:12.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i cant stop crying&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to cry&lt;br /&gt;maybe the time has come to cry and stop trying to control it&lt;br /&gt;but then im losing control of my body&lt;br /&gt;and that aint good,&lt;br /&gt;i havent updated things in a wee while, &lt;br /&gt;i just havent felt strong enough to say what i feel&lt;br /&gt;i havent felt strong enough to let my mind walk, &lt;br /&gt;to let my fingers type what i should talk&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose i should do it for some realise,&lt;br /&gt;and it can only help, im just scared &lt;br /&gt;i feel vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;i feel change is near&lt;br /&gt;i cant really decide what way to take it&lt;br /&gt;but i feel total fear&lt;br /&gt;im sick of people telling me how well im doing&lt;br /&gt;when i know it is bullshit, if they knew they wouldnt say that&lt;br /&gt;people need to look past what i show, then maybe then they will truley know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so so scared to love, and i admitted that at last&lt;br /&gt;so it feels a weight off my shoulders, pity i cant do same with the rest,&lt;br /&gt;i know the love ive felt in the past, and it was sore, and scary and i cant give that to anyone else, &lt;br /&gt;why cant anyone understand this,&lt;br /&gt;this was love, this was the only true love i knew,&lt;br /&gt;the only real love i know, he does love me, he did love me&lt;br /&gt;he constantly tells me so, and he told me then what he does today&lt;br /&gt;so please dont tell me to love anyone&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have to learn to truley love yourself before you love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;the trying not to love hurts me more, than loving ever would,&lt;br /&gt;the numbing, the things im missing out on, the things i can not do&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to get better, why couldnt i have continued to numb,&lt;br /&gt;id have got there like many probably do and probably have&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe ive spoken to people about this, said things i dont recall&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck does that say about me,&lt;br /&gt;how can i watch what im saying if i dont know what im saying&lt;br /&gt;thats just not safe,&lt;br /&gt;there were things i wasnt warned about, times when nothing was said, &lt;br /&gt;or times when nice things were said like how much he loved me, &lt;br /&gt;"im not hurting you, dont be silly, your my big girl now, you know how much i love you", "you know we both love you, thats why we want you here"&lt;br /&gt;"your the special girl, the biggest specialist girl in the town"&lt;br /&gt;"trust me silly cookie", "Dont worry i wont let them take you away, it can be our secret and you will be safe"&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt sound like someone being evil, or someone being bad, that is someone who loves me, why is that wrong, why does that have to be wrong and everything else right, why can it not just be that yep that was the way, his way, there way because they loved me and as long as i never love anyone again ill be safe and they will be safe, i dont know why people cant understand that, its just better this way, its not what i want, no way, but its the only way i know, and i expect to much,&lt;br /&gt;if i went to spain and someone had a whole conversation with me in spanish, i wouldnt have a clue, if someone translated it into english id be fine as thats all i know, this is the same,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need someone to translate for me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i need to learn bit by bit and do that myself,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-8741738878116614346?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8741738878116614346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=8741738878116614346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/8741738878116614346'/><link rel='self' 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sleepy and im wide awake again&lt;br /&gt;My head is full of things i need it not to be full of,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking earlier am i getting any better&lt;br /&gt;flashbacks are still there, &lt;br /&gt;its the same ones with a few new bits&lt;br /&gt;they are getting no worse but are getting no better&lt;br /&gt;the dreams, if and when i ever sleep are worse&lt;br /&gt;the feeling in the pit of my stomache is so much worse&lt;br /&gt;the self hatred/self loathing is as it should be so no change there&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting to my hv today about anything of no importance &lt;br /&gt;as thats what im good at&lt;br /&gt;the want to die, the feeling of needing to die, the urge to die&lt;br /&gt;is so so strong, im trying to busy myself so i dont feel or think&lt;br /&gt;im trying to be numb and im dissociating as much as i can&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share that today when i was asked how i felt, &lt;br /&gt;but how can I, How can I possible say that after last time,&lt;br /&gt;What would that mean another letter to the gp, &lt;br /&gt;Once bitten twice shy&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the only time from now on any one will know the truth&lt;br /&gt;about feeling like this, will be when i know ive made enough happy memories&lt;br /&gt;And i succeed&lt;br /&gt;Im getting there, im painting on fun for all, im creating happy memories&lt;br /&gt;and hope that by the time i feel there are enough to look back on that maybe &lt;br /&gt;I will want to make more, and not feel like this,&lt;br /&gt;but i realised that i can write it down and i can talk around it&lt;br /&gt;but untill i actually speak out loud what they done to me&lt;br /&gt;what was said,&lt;br /&gt;what i felt, how i hid it,&lt;br /&gt;how i tried to show it&lt;br /&gt;untill i vocalise all of this can i ever move on&lt;br /&gt;i know ive talked about what happened&lt;br /&gt;though i havent really openly discussed it, &lt;br /&gt;I havent went into a session with my psych and initiated it&lt;br /&gt;I havent detailed what i see, what i hear and untill i do&lt;br /&gt;i can deny it, i dont own it and i am doing what is safe&lt;br /&gt;I was not told if i wrote it down id die, &lt;br /&gt;I was not told if i wrote it down i would be punished &lt;br /&gt;I was not told if i wrote it down i would be disowned &lt;br /&gt;I WAS TOLD THIS WOULD HAPPEN IF I SPOKE&lt;br /&gt;so untill i speak i can never really know&lt;br /&gt;Untill i test it i will always fear it&lt;br /&gt;its ironic though as for the first time in 20+year i have been ready to speak&lt;br /&gt;And i dont know that i will still feel this brave in 2weeks&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TALK NOW&lt;br /&gt;how fucked up is that ive had the chance a hundred time&lt;br /&gt;with many chances to talk to my psych and now i want to&lt;br /&gt;now i need to and now i so so have to do this and get rid of all this shit&lt;br /&gt;AND I CANT&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i would feel trust for her,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i would want to talk to her and&lt;br /&gt;I certainly wouldnt have thought i would miss her&lt;br /&gt;yet this is now turning into a major struggle&lt;br /&gt;its funny how long 4weeks can feel yet a year ago&lt;br /&gt;i would have lapped up a 4week break, thought nothing of it&lt;br /&gt;i suppose there is just no justice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-7611260226216189212?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7611260226216189212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=7611260226216189212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/7611260226216189212'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-987212974187100744</id><published>2007-09-30T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:15:02.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>Why do my dreams have to be nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant a have a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i look to the future?&lt;br /&gt;Why can i just see where ive been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had enough of thinking&lt;br /&gt;Of dreaming the worst i can&lt;br /&gt;Ive had enough of sinking&lt;br /&gt;Depair and depair in despair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sad and lonely and scared&lt;br /&gt;And i want to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;But how can i possible&lt;br /&gt;With all this crap in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate the fear&lt;br /&gt;The voice, that voice i hear&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling in my stomache&lt;br /&gt;The feeling he is always near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me god get through tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro maybe ill fight&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it god,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you can help me tomoro&lt;br /&gt;TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having enough,&lt;br /&gt;head full of this&lt;br /&gt;Need to talk&lt;br /&gt;finally get rid&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i speak it &lt;br /&gt;It will finally go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i speak the memories&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, i dont know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-987212974187100744?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/987212974187100744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=987212974187100744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is mush........&lt;br /&gt;ive tried so much to tell you whats in it&lt;br /&gt;But i cant, i try&lt;br /&gt;I try so so much &lt;br /&gt;so this is probably the easiest way,&lt;br /&gt;Ive written on here so much the last day or two&lt;br /&gt;But then it is easier for me, and everyone else this way&lt;br /&gt;I feel so so sick with the shit thats going on in my head,&lt;br /&gt;The flashbacks are haunting me,&lt;br /&gt;They are taking over every minute, every moment and it is not good,&lt;br /&gt;Im trying not to let them take over, but getting no where,&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried my flashcards, tried to flick my wrist,&lt;br /&gt;Not tried the smelling salts as ive ran out,&lt;br /&gt;But im trying everything else ,everything i know of and getting no where&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick to the stomache with it all&lt;br /&gt;I feel dirty and disgusted with the things i can see, feel, smell and experience,&lt;br /&gt;I feel scared by the voice i hear, telling me how dirty i am,&lt;br /&gt;how awfull i am&lt;br /&gt;how bad i am,&lt;br /&gt;yet other people tell me im caring and im nice and im good and im a good mum&lt;br /&gt;yet he tells me ill never be a good person, ill never be good, ill never be clean&lt;br /&gt;i get what i want, what i ask for and what i dont stop&lt;br /&gt;I try to stop it but i cant, i dont know how to&lt;br /&gt;Im numb with fear when he comes near me, so how can i stop it....&lt;br /&gt;I love him, of course i do, but then you love family dont you, you have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away and i want to finish it all now,&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas, of course i do, but then how can i do that, how can i make sure people are ok if im not here to do that,&lt;br /&gt;So im confused, half the time im thinking im four,five maybe even six and i feel so scared that i want it over then the other half the time im here, in the here and now and i know how to make it over but then im a mum, and a good mum would love her kids, not let them grow up to feel the way i do now, and my kids will only grew up screwed up if i left them now, but will they grew up screwed up if i stay anyway who knows??????????&lt;br /&gt;The pit of my stomache feels sick and i just want to lie in a corner and cry and cry and cry, does that make me such a bad person???? Does that make me selfish or sarcastic or lazy or a bitch????&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream and tell people how much im hurting, how scared i am, how much i fear to live like this for much longer, But i cant thats not what im like, i dont like to admit how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were my mum sometimes, but then you know that, as you wouldnt have let this happen, you wouldnt have left me and even if it had have happened then now when i feel like this you would give me a cuddle and make it all better as if you were my mum then i wouldnt repulse you, would i???not the way i do with everyone else, i try to make sure the house is clean and im clean and the kids are clean, but the dirt inside cant be washed no matter how much bleach i use, can it???&lt;br /&gt;god this probably has just made you think ive lost it so much more, maybe i have i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that this is what is in my head now, right now, and i need to be free from it, even if just for a day or two,&lt;div 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or so they say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-2522821310305850296</id><published>2007-09-25T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:45:31.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>im still here.......</title><content type='html'>Cant quite believe im still here.....&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought he would have taken me last night&lt;br /&gt;Im gutted that im still here, &lt;br /&gt;But i suppose i shouldnt be so stupid,&lt;br /&gt;WHY WOULD HE TAKE ME&lt;br /&gt;When he knows thats what i want&lt;br /&gt;I know he says he only done what i wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Ive asked and made sure he know that i wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;And nope im still here, so does that mean he doesnt just do what i want&lt;br /&gt;He does and done what he wanted?????&lt;br /&gt;Surely then that would mean there was no love&lt;br /&gt;If he didnt love me, then it makes it all wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I cant cope with that, with wrong,i cant cope with him being bad,&lt;br /&gt;Me not being bad, i cant cope with that either,&lt;br /&gt;I have to be bad, i have to be in the wrong, or everything i know is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And that just is not good, &lt;br /&gt;i gave him the chance last night, to prove he only does what i want&lt;br /&gt;saying that i didnt really want to go, doesnt prove nothing&lt;br /&gt;Only i know that, only i know wether i truley do or dont,&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW i dont want him in my life anymore, in my head, talking to me,&lt;br /&gt;but he is still there, so he doesnt just do what i want.....&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to help me and help me soon as im slipping into the hole&lt;br /&gt;the pit and ive lost the grip with my finger tips, the grip has went&lt;br /&gt;So i will ask again, and again and when he allows it, then he will do as he needs &lt;br /&gt;WONT HE, OR WILL HE???????????????????&lt;br /&gt;I need to leave this world behind and hopefully keep a watchfull eye over all that matter from afar.&lt;br /&gt;But im so so scared, if it is taken out my hand and he does it for me, makes it happen then it will be so so much easier on everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;But that just aint gonna happen, is it??&lt;br /&gt;Am i kidding myself thinking he has this power????&lt;br /&gt;But if i am, then what does all this mean, &lt;br /&gt;I cant block him out, yet i cant listen to him allways, &lt;br /&gt;when he says such horrible things,&lt;br /&gt;I know im not a nice girl, i know i wanted it,&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt have to tell me this all the time, it doesnt change anything&lt;br /&gt;so it is pointless, aint it???&lt;br /&gt;or is it???&lt;br /&gt;Im so confused, wish i was here alone, then i could do what was needed,&lt;br /&gt;I have to think of everyone else all the time, and if i was a selfish lazy bitch like somepeople believe i would have went by now, ran or done,&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe im still here, but i am, so i need to just sort it, get on with this as this is obviously what im going to be left with, isnt it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-2522821310305850296?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2522821310305850296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=2522821310305850296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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more</title><content type='html'>You know i swear there is a force&lt;br /&gt;It is out to get me and it is doing such a god job that it will win soon&lt;br /&gt;I feel so so crap, &lt;br /&gt;I had my hv over today, what would i do without this women I truly dont know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i see her like a confident, a mum, a gaurdian angel, &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i see her as hell as i keep my word to her then im here aint i&lt;br /&gt;Going through hell everyday, so if she cared she wouldnt want that,&lt;br /&gt;God i dont know&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to talk and to tell her how mad i felt, how bad i felt, how much the stories in the paper, in the magazines are freaking me out,&lt;br /&gt;Ill never live if it comes out, not like this,&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried to think of it as coincidence, but how can I&lt;br /&gt;the place is the same the time is the same, surely that cant be coincidence&lt;br /&gt;surely surely not,&lt;br /&gt;Im so scared to go on thinking anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk today, god i truley did,&lt;br /&gt;But the forces work against me, they always do,&lt;br /&gt;I know im not meant to talk, but maybe i need to, maybe someone somewhere, sometime&lt;br /&gt;I just have too,&lt;br /&gt;I cant waite another week, how can I?&lt;br /&gt;Will i even be here in a week?&lt;br /&gt;The touching me in my sleep, the touching me when im awake&lt;br /&gt;The torturing my mind, traumitizing me when im trying to take out my kids&lt;br /&gt;Its not fair anymore, Im keeping him alive, thats what they tell me, without me there would be no him, so why am i staying, why am I allowing him to go on,&lt;br /&gt;If i had the courage to heal, id have the courage to end it all&lt;br /&gt;In that id be healing me, helping my hv and psych move on in there lives&lt;br /&gt;without worrying of me,&lt;br /&gt;Helping my kids have the life they deserve getting to nursery, swimming, skating, softplay, toys in the house, toys over running the house, messy play, anyplay, but they would be getting what they want and need and they would get all that without me, &lt;br /&gt;I would get peace, serenity, and what else do i need and he would get destroyed&lt;br /&gt;once and for all he would be over, ended and forgot about&lt;br /&gt;As if im the only thing keeping him alive then WHY???&lt;br /&gt;He is the only thing keeping me here in this sory state too,&lt;br /&gt;So without him, would mean without me, but it would mean safety for everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Im so confused, ive never felt so scared and confused for so long&lt;br /&gt;They do really know, they bloody well do, &lt;br /&gt;How could they, i really want more now than ever before, hv or psych to walk in here&lt;br /&gt;and give me a cuddle like im not dirt im not shit but im scared im alone and im a little girl just needing a mum or someone to care, is that so so much to ask, &lt;br /&gt;IS IT SO SO HARD TO ASK&lt;br /&gt;i know beurocracy has gone mad in the world we live in, workers protect themseles again and again, but is that really all it is, or am i so so repulsive,&lt;br /&gt;I am I know I am,&lt;br /&gt;id be so better off in no where, i dont deserve heaven nor hell,. though nothing would be fine, im used to numb and nothing and i can cope with that&lt;br /&gt;anyone who reads this and knows where Im at, then i truley am sorry for you&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads this and knows where im going, then im sorry for you too, sorry i couldnt stick around and change the path&lt;br /&gt;x.x.x&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-713752734481540990?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/713752734481540990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773819885614143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3261617374586700317</id><published>2007-09-13T01:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:58:03.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it seemed like so far away....then its gone</title><content type='html'>I cant believe today has been and gone,&lt;br /&gt;today is the day that was decided on some time ago as d-day&lt;br /&gt;My final appointment, the end of my journey&lt;br /&gt;Yet sitting here now it feels like the beginning of the journey,&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro i should have been going on a holiday, Sunday i should have been celebrating&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I????&lt;br /&gt;Holiday was cancelled, my birthday is partially cancelled,&lt;br /&gt;The extended family are all out of speaking with me, and liking me&lt;br /&gt;So no cards from them, my hubbie doesnt have to bother as i treated myself and told him not too&lt;br /&gt;And who else will there be&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a fuss as i dont want to think &lt;br /&gt;Another year wasted, another year stolen, another year of UNCONDITIONAL love on my side&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE ELSES&lt;br /&gt;Another year of being controlled, another year of no control&lt;br /&gt;Another year of fear, tears and scared little me&lt;br /&gt;So why go through it, why celebrate it, Ill get the visit or two&lt;br /&gt;From those that really care, those that see my pain and support me regardless&lt;br /&gt;The rest aint worth it,&lt;br /&gt;I still cant believe the things i was told today, just made me analyse and think tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Is that why today was to be the end??? to enable them to go no bother.&lt;br /&gt;I feel fearfull that the one day will go to no day soon and then, yep he was right,&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;all afternoon he told me how bad i was, how much she didnt care about me, thats why she said the lies she did, How much i did want it, so why deny it, why allow lies to be printed by saying it was for him that i wanted to belive that, he knew it was me that wanted it, he told me so&lt;br /&gt;I dont know head is a pile of mush but hey better than worse i suppose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3261617374586700317?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3261617374586700317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3261617374586700317' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CfOZmTGc3xs/ScqGbUQynKI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0oBl3zzW2A/S220/shame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257915170188040137.post-3502577908537398293</id><published>2007-09-06T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:50:46.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>scared.........alone.........sad...........</title><content type='html'>I dont know how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;Im tired&lt;br /&gt;But im wide awake, &lt;br /&gt;There is no way ill sleep tonight now&lt;br /&gt;Its so annoying and so infuriating&lt;br /&gt;Im getting really scared,&lt;br /&gt;Scared of what the next week will bring&lt;br /&gt;Scared that when the time comes to talk more&lt;br /&gt;Ill not be able too&lt;br /&gt;Scared ill always feel scared&lt;br /&gt;Scared to change from all i know&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im making a move&lt;br /&gt;Im accepting things more,&lt;br /&gt;Im accepting that whats happened, happened&lt;br /&gt;And me staying silent, protects lots&lt;br /&gt;but it changes nothing&lt;br /&gt;So thats good, thats a change at least&lt;br /&gt;I cant except im not to blame&lt;br /&gt;I want too, i need too and i have too&lt;br /&gt;for my sake, for sanity and for a point in life&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CANT&lt;br /&gt;I cant erase 20+ years of thoughts, though im trying&lt;br /&gt;I cant ignore what he is saying, ive tried and it just makes him say more&lt;br /&gt;I cant betray and i cant risk&lt;br /&gt;Ive been on a journey for ages now&lt;br /&gt;Its not been an easy journey, &lt;br /&gt;And its really only beginning,&lt;br /&gt;There are lots ahead, but i need to face it&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TAKE THIS JOURNEY&lt;br /&gt;or the hurt, the fear, the upset, the shit ive felt so far&lt;br /&gt;have been for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to sleep &lt;br /&gt;But i cant&lt;br /&gt;I tried NO CHEMICALS, but still the flashbacks,&lt;br /&gt;I felt more sad, more scared, more panicked and more suicidal&lt;br /&gt;But i tried and i will try,&lt;br /&gt;Ive felt like writing things down, but i dont know what to write&lt;br /&gt;I never used to think what i wrote, but now i feel i need to think&lt;br /&gt;If there is a structure to the writing it serves purpose, &lt;br /&gt;So ive just not written, though at least the next time i need to talk&lt;br /&gt;There is a baseline to start at already&lt;br /&gt;Im glad i done that as i probably would do little, or as little as allowed&lt;br /&gt;And that just hurts me more, angers me more, and makes me pissed off at myself&lt;br /&gt;Im waffling now, waffling rubbish, &lt;br /&gt;Wish i could let my head go on holiday, it needs it,&lt;br /&gt;The confusion, betrayal and fear inside me is so much that my head feels ready to burst&lt;br /&gt;Hey if only,&lt;br /&gt;Its weird how when you feel like you are ready, you feel you have started to talk and you feel real, REAL trust for the first time ever, it feels like forever before you can speak again,&lt;br /&gt;yet when you dont want to talk and you are struggling to trust the time goes by so much quicker,&lt;br /&gt;I really need this next week to go in quicker than the last&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe my head will explode,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-3502577908537398293?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3502577908537398293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=3502577908537398293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/3502577908537398293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may not work but temporary relief and some control is better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;please get out my head, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u167/meganlynn7/understanding.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-8180810059623899407?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8180810059623899407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=8180810059623899407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for a record the longest awake state ever&lt;br /&gt;Or it feels it&lt;br /&gt;I felt so so drained earlier, now i feel wide awake again&lt;br /&gt;Its because its nighttime,&lt;br /&gt;Its because it is dark&lt;br /&gt;Im scared&lt;br /&gt;Im aware&lt;br /&gt;Im stupid&lt;br /&gt;Im not here&lt;br /&gt;Im there &lt;br /&gt;Im over here &lt;br /&gt;Help me please&lt;br /&gt;Save me please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;And today feels like it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;But then tonight im getting tortured&lt;br /&gt;And i jut feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to get something back&lt;br /&gt;But i cant, ive tried&lt;br /&gt;Ive had enough, Im wacked!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please help me, I trust you to do so&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve the time thats invested&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve to be heard and be listened&lt;br /&gt;But i NEED it, i need me now,&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to be angry&lt;br /&gt;But i cant &lt;br /&gt;How can I, &lt;br /&gt;Its not allowed&lt;br /&gt;Im believeing what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;As much as i can, as much as im allowed&lt;br /&gt;But thats not much&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you hear him, why cant you listen&lt;br /&gt;He said because you dont believe us&lt;br /&gt;But if you dont I have nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6100282275691525556?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6100282275691525556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257915170188040137&amp;postID=6100282275691525556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257915170188040137/posts/default/6100282275691525556'/><link rel='self' 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passed the night&lt;br /&gt;I was on the net and going from one page to the next&lt;br /&gt;Have toothache, though it isnt as bad as it was&lt;br /&gt;But its a great excuse for not going to bed&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever get back to sleeping like a &lt;br /&gt;NORMAL PERSON&lt;br /&gt;again, ever again, doubt it&lt;br /&gt;Ive been scared to write on here for last few days&lt;br /&gt;Scared what id say, what i wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;so i avoided it at all costs,&lt;br /&gt;though now i suppose i feel i need to&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-ground myself and prepare for another bloody day&lt;br /&gt;This is so awfull &lt;br /&gt;Only 12-13hours til the kids are back in bed&lt;br /&gt;So only that amount of time to function&lt;br /&gt;Ive taken a panic attack already and they have only been awake for half an hour&lt;br /&gt;They are not misbehaving,&lt;br /&gt;Just my head that is, god im all over the place&lt;br /&gt;Breath.....for god sake breath you stupid cow,&lt;br /&gt;Im so trying, though i wonder if it is worth the effort sometime&lt;br /&gt;A long long day ahead with a diet of cigs n tea to keep me, me&lt;br /&gt;Keep me sane, or as sane as can be&lt;br /&gt;With me that is not really that sane&lt;br /&gt;This is the 70th post i have made on here, &lt;br /&gt;I could make a book with this soon&lt;br /&gt;Give someone a laugh&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i will ever make it to post 100&lt;br /&gt;Probably not,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if ill make it to 7o clock the way i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I know im a stupid cow, but im trying so very very hard,&lt;br /&gt;Im really trying, it just im so trapped, so stuck and so god damn scared&lt;br /&gt;ohh i really need to go to sleep, &lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME, forever and a day would be good......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257915170188040137-6506601265983632040?l=survivorinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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