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Mar. 8th, 2014 01:00 pmOn Tumblr, there was a post floated by that was all "four words to tell your past self, GO!"
The person before me in the meme had foolishly done two, one for age 17, one for age 25. I was prompted to do...many. I've put them in chronological order below:
13: Stay sane inside insanity
14: Nothing’s wrong with you
15: Do not hurt her
16: Figure out the words
17: You can’t save him
18: You must save yourself
19: Do your damn homework
20: You are so strong.
21: Break up with him
22: Don’t work at Dunkers
23: This year? No regrets.
24: Fight for your rights
And because I am verbose, and being not-verbose is hard, under the cut there are ( annotations. It provides an interesting minor history of my life. Trigger Warnings for sexual/emotional abuse, because, well, that's what my history is. )
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Have you noticed this construction I do? When I write mySelf, rather than myself, it is more often than not a matter of soul and humanity and what I am at my core, rather than the physical sack of meat that carries the rest of me around.
2: There is no way to continue this sentence without lessening its importance to me. I deserve not only nice things, or to be myself, or a fair wage, or to be taken seriously. I deserve the belief in myself that I can deserve good things. Too damn long, that belief's been missing.
The person before me in the meme had foolishly done two, one for age 17, one for age 25. I was prompted to do...many. I've put them in chronological order below:
13: Stay sane inside insanity
14: Nothing’s wrong with you
15: Do not hurt her
16: Figure out the words
17: You can’t save him
18: You must save yourself
19: Do your damn homework
20: You are so strong.
21: Break up with him
22: Don’t work at Dunkers
23: This year? No regrets.
24: Fight for your rights
And because I am verbose, and being not-verbose is hard, under the cut there are ( annotations. It provides an interesting minor history of my life. Trigger Warnings for sexual/emotional abuse, because, well, that's what my history is. )
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Have you noticed this construction I do? When I write mySelf, rather than myself, it is more often than not a matter of soul and humanity and what I am at my core, rather than the physical sack of meat that carries the rest of me around.
2: There is no way to continue this sentence without lessening its importance to me. I deserve not only nice things, or to be myself, or a fair wage, or to be taken seriously. I deserve the belief in myself that I can deserve good things. Too damn long, that belief's been missing.