March 2012
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I woke up with blood all over me.
I thought these occurrences of high levels of stress, not enough food and migraines that I would not wish on my worst enemy would soon stop. I had woke up sleepily, took my morning piss and headed into the shower. As I let the water cleanse my body I noticed the red that seemed to infiltrate the slippery floor of the bath tub. I had looked into the shower mirror to see my face covered in blood...
Mar 30th
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Anonymous asked: no one gives a fuck about your daily confessions
Mar 30th
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Attempt At Sleep #3
…in my dreams I am able to live a lie where as reality I have to fight off the feelings that refuse to die. 
Mar 30th
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I will always be too poor to afford your...
Mar 30th
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Seven Mondays
Some weeks consist of seven Mondays. Early mornings are no different than their lunar counterparts of wretched repeated cycles and daily contortions in sheets and pillows that are intended to protect me from the pain that you have left me with.
Mar 30th
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Daily Confession: March 29th 2012
I actually convinced myself that he lied to me. That he didn’t mean what he said. That there was, no truth in the rejection, even though deep down I knew that he was serious.
Mar 30th
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I orgasmed while washing my hair.
After 12 hours of spiked hair gel in it, the feeling of washing my hair is lovely.  
Mar 30th
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You Will Never Care...
Until you feel like you’ve lost me.
Mar 29th
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Dear (Insert Name Here),
Dear (Insert Name Here), I sit here trying to entertain myself but it seems that no form of distraction could divert my thoughts from the beauty that is you. I despise how my heart yearns to learn the tune that would encompass you and I and make you see me the way that I see you, but I have realized that I must forget such endeavors because although life may provide many inconsistencies, us not...
Mar 29th
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Everything
Everything By Jean Roy I had fallen in love with the idea, of always having you around but with false promises come tagged along hesitation and doubts that I never did take into account. Kisses that run cold, leave lips seeking a love that isn’t there. Empty arms left waiting to join together with a heart that never really cared. I’m left with unanswered prayers, knowing that I wasn’t prepared to...
Mar 29th
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Dear You,
It must suck not believing you are perfect, fucking to make yourself feel worth it, how good is that working? You’re worth so much more, Insufficient love currencies, sadly for your heart I’m too poor.  
Mar 28th
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Daddy, Where Are You?
Daddy, Where Are You? By Jean Roy Intricate tears sink themselves in the soft splash of perfection that are the yearning frustrations of a daughter wandering the world without her father. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 28th
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Daily Confession: March 26th 2012
I feel like the only thing I’m good at doing is starving myself. I can’t draw that well, my singing is average and my writing has turned to shit, but at least, maybe, I can be thin.
Mar 27th
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Mascara Stains
Mascara Stains By Jean Roy My mascara raced down my face, my emotions left me in last place. These tears won’t dry. Why must love take the same beautiful thing it once brought into my life? Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 27th
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Kissing
Kissing was far more intimate than sticking your dick inside me so you refused to do it. You could pound the life out of me with screams of slurred names and panting filled with pleasure, but your lips never found their way to mine. Kisses involved feelings, attachments and a compassion that you refused to commit to. The absence of love’s indulgent language made it evident that for you, this was...
Mar 27th
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If You Missed Me Like You Claim To...
… I wouldn’t have to wait up every night for a phone call you have no intention of making. 
Mar 27th
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The Truth
The Truth By Jean Roy Jumping too quick to conclusions left me with a truth far out of reach. I can’t love you anymore. This is hell, I shouldn’t love you more than I love myself. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 27th
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When you get hurt by the one your heart beats...
… that pain can make you want to love no more. 
Mar 27th
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You had me so dependent on your love for so...
But you continued to treat this heart so wrong. I thought things would work themselves out, isn’t that what love is all about? So mistaken was I Thought that after some time you’d finally realize I was the one and change your mind.   
Mar 26th
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The Truth Has Set Me Free.
Mar 26th
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Mar 25th
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Daily Confession: March 22nd 2012
I waste my time trying to convince you of the same beauty you possess that I’m trying to forget.
Mar 23rd
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wwwtumblrcomemilymarie asked: are you a girl? or a boy either way your beautiful
Mar 23rd
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When You Assume, You Give People Too Much Credit...
Mar 23rd
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In Love With The Enemy
In Love With The Enemy By Jean Roy I feel as if I’m in love with the enemy because you just keep hurting me. When will you stop and love me like I love you? Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 23rd
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You
I always fall for your lies. Your lips form such beautiful sentences that my heart cannot resist in believing.  
Mar 23rd
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When The Doubts Settle In
When The Doubts Settle In By Jean Roy Because loving hearts and questioning minds will end messy every time. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 23rd
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If YOU are a writing blog....
…and I have not followed you yet and you are following me … let me know.  It’s nearly impossible to check every persons blog that follows me on a daily basis. I prefer 1000’s of text opposed to 1000’s of overused pictures.  :)  And by writing I mean: Poetry, Prose, Journaling, Lyric writing, basically anything that I can immerse myself reading. 
Mar 23rd
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Daily Confession: March 21st 2012
Writing my feelings down will always be cheaper than a therapist.
Mar 22nd
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For Once... I'd like for you to make me feel like...
Mar 22nd
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The Man Of My Dreams...
Isn’t the same person I wake up to.
Mar 20th
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Daily Confession: March 19th 2012
I’m keeping this secret from myself.
Mar 20th
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Empty
The unworthiness that I felt left me with a dissatisfied sorrow that strained my mind with more questions than answers. My soul had surrendered to the insignificance that weaved my gauzeless arms immobile. These razor blades had cloven my ice cold wrists leaving nothing but postponed self made death threats where the ruby red elixir of my life was supposed to seep through the intricate veins...
Mar 20th
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Mar 20th
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Craziest Day
• Today at work, I had to deal with these two demonic children touching shit and breaking apart the whole store because their mother was far too lazy to reprimand her two daughters.  • While at the register some girl farted and tried to disguise it with a cough but her fart just kept going on for a long fifteen seconds. • This young couple had purchased a fertility basket and a spiritual...
Mar 20th
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I'll be here when you're ready to accept...
…that something this good shouldn’t just be about sex. 
Mar 19th
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Kisses And Curses
Kisses And Curses By Jean Roy If only his kiss could lift the curse of  loving someone that’s not him. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 19th
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Too Young To Understand Love
Too Young To Understand Love By Jean Roy I was far too young to understand love, that is what they would always say. I had endured spoon burns from a heroine addicted mother. I flaunted a neck infested with black and blues to showcase that the many men who she loved wanted nothing but to deprive me of the life she gave me, without her opposition. I no longer hid behind the baggy eyes from fearful...
Mar 19th
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Stained Pillowcases
Stained Pillowcases By Jean Roy These tears are distant cousins to the ones that spilled from my eyes the previous night before. My mascara stained pillowcases despise the agony that you put me through. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 19th
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Foolish Thought Processes
Foolish Thought Processes By Jean Roy Like a fool I pretend that soon this pain will end and you’ll finally be my boyfriend sadly knowing we’ll only remain friends instead. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 19th
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I've been here forever, hoping that you'd...
I shouldn’t be used to the fucked up games you play.
Mar 19th
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Daily Confession: March 18th 2012
He is the beautiful result of a three year repeated 11:11 wish. 
Mar 19th
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Waiting Heart
Waiting Heart By Jean Roy How long can a heart wait before it just accepts its abandoned fate? You’ve kept me and my love on hold. When will you see that you mean everything to me, asshole? Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 19th
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Severed Ties
Severed Ties By Jean Roy Sexual tensions burned in our hearts, severing the friendship we had. We became two friends who lost the most important benefit… love without strings attached. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 19th
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GPS Of The Heart.
How is it possible to find true love without getting lost in its misconstrued notions of others?
Mar 19th
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I hate it every time you have to leave.
Mar 19th
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I logged in thinking I was just hacked. lol
Mar 18th
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Time
Time By Jean Roy Time had been a gift we took for granted. We allowed emotions to control us and sex to destroy us, because there was nothing better than fucking instead of taking the opportunity for a chance at loving. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Mar 17th
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These Pillowcases Taste The Tears
…that your fingertips should prevent from falling down my cheeks. 
Mar 17th
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Beautiful Lie
I had fallen in love with a lie that I created myself. Believing that he loved me, prolonged my hearts emotional hell.
Mar 17th
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