Reiteration.

Do you ever have that dream
Where you open your mouth and try to scream
But you can’t make a sound?
That’s every day starting now,
That’s every day starting now.

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[From an entry written on January 27, 2007:]

But still, I’m here alone, drinking, hoping that something will feel better. Something will go my way for once. Hoping that my fucking nonsensical prince in shining fucking armor on a white fucking stallion will come and rescue me, nurse me back to health and sane mind, save me.

But you know what’s going to happen?

The phone’s not going to ring.

The door’s not going to be knocked on.

Eventually I’ll either throw up or pass out, and I’ll go to bed alone.

Because life’s not about fairy tales. Life’s not about getting what you want. Life is about getting stone drunk until you can’t fucking feel anymore, and then going to bed alone.

That’s what it’s all about.

-Marie