The Fight

I fight the fight…

I keep replaying the one thing that sent me into the chamber of torment. Even Though I’ve pulled myself out, I have to fight to stay out. It takes so much strength to stop thinking back, and replaying everything over, and over again. It takes strength to process how blind I was. How much I didn’t see. How much he didn’t want the real me. Not truly. When my personality  came in full force, I became something to be ignored. That hurt.  All I can do is push myself to move past it, and get over the illusion I created in my head. The illusion of what could’ve been. The illusion that I mattered. The illusion that the feelings were mutual. I really have to get better at this shit. I always end up feeling so stupid, and naïve


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That LoOpy Chick

I’m a 27 yr old woman from the Midwest. This site is a documentation of my crazy and all that it entails. Whether it’s me fighting myself, thinking out loud, or the “Grand Epiphanies” that I have every other week, it will probably be posted here. Why would I post all of it? Because it’s fun and I like it!

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