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When I was 10 years old, my mom had a stroke when I was home alone with her. We were watching the 1995 Pride and Prejudice mini series on video tape, and while everything seemed normal, I couldn't stay calm. My mom, at this point, was fine, but I couldn't' stop asking her if she was alright. I called my dad to come home. I was terrified that something was going to happen. My mom got up to change the tape we were watching, and that's when she had a stroke. I remember every second of that day with a near-perfect accuracy because it was nothing less than an out of body experience. My dad told my siblings and I the next day that mom might not m

Wow, it's been nearly two months since I last signed on! That being said, the last two months have been some of the craziest months of my life- talk about life doing a 180 on you :| I'm writing this out because it GET'S it out. I won't have to deal with it pounding against the walls of my skull anymore. Many people pray to their god, or write in their diary... There is a need we have to communicate to something that is more of an embodiment of a person than the real thing. Since diaries and prayers aren't my thing; I always turn to DA journals. Regardless of whether anyone ever reads or not, it has the desired effect. I guess one of the big

I don't know, you tell me? To anyone reading, I am months behind in replying to messages, and not just on DeviantART! If I haven't replied to a message you've written, or thanked you for the watch etc. it's because I've hardly had the time to spare with so much shit going on. Not to mention I'm pissed off at myself. A while back, I started to hide in my room for the entire day, only coming out to use the bathroom. I don't know what causes this strange, evasive, isolating behaviour other than feeling really fucking down. For the past few weeks I've noticed that I'll begin to think about...what I don't want to think about... and I'll try to d