I am tired of screaming. It doesn't change a thing. But I do it still. At this moment, I am screaming silently. This life is proving tough. I don't know how I'll make it. Inside is chaos. Outside, people who don't know me think I am chill, together, happy. I am happy for moments, that seem to pass like the breeze. I am at peace with giving up the things I craved for so long. I am HAPPY that they are not apart of my life. The man that I love doesn't believe it. At least I don't think so. He found solace with coversation with another woman. I trust that he has left well enough alone, but how does anyone know for sure in this age of e-mail, and passwords?
I don't know how to...

There are many types of hypnosis, used for many different things. The purpose of this article is to give instruction on how to achieve a euphoric state through self hypnosis.
History
Hypnosis has been dated back to the ancient temples of Aesculapius. He was the Greek god of medicine and healing. In the temples priests would whisper advice to sleeping patients. The people interpreted the uttering’s as being from the gods. As basic as it may have been this was indeed a very early form of hypnotism.
German born Franz Anton Mesmer was a physician in Austria. He believed there were tides in the human body that could be attributed to the...

Content~satisfied, at ease, comfortable
This place, these people! They inspire me. They teach me new things. I am able to say things to you, that others do not understand. Even if you don't agree with me.
You teach me to listen, to give sound advice.
This place doesn't exist in the physical world. We meet on a virtual plain. Where we make each other smile, laugh, feel sadness, have accomplishments.
Here it is safe. Guarded from enemies that look to judge you and chastise you.
I am content with this place

A good man died sunday. He was a bedraggled soul. He worked hard, in a garage that he rented. He fixed cars. He took care of his children. He loved his wife. She left him. He took care of his brother's kids. What a Good Man.
He was always as cheerful as the sunshine. Smiling through his pain. How does he do that? He was locked under his porch for days as a child. The parents didn't love him.
He knew he was dying, but to spare us the sadness he didn't tell. He suffered alone, as was his custom.
Liver cancer. It took him. He is finally in a place that there will be no more tears.
But, i miss him

Not really. But today is a snow day for my kids.
I remember when my bunny used to look forward to "snow days"...
Bunny has been to rehab and is staying clean of drugs that were ruining everything for her. For bunny the coke was a problem, and then the xanax, and then crack. So as you can see bunny was fucking with everything.
Bunny is doing better, last night was rough. Bunny was thinking about scoring. How could she hide it, where could she snort it? When would she have time to get it? It pissed her off that she would have such fucked up thoughts.
Bunny has decided that there are 3 things that Bunny can enjoy. Weed, x and shrooms. Those things...

Death in my life. It's not fair that he's gone. He died, leaving me alone with his child. I miss his smile. I can't remember his voice. I cry when I think of that.

My love has gone on. I have learned to love. the (hugs) are amazing. they have changed my life. I am able to express the way i never loved him.

I am guilty