This is a mind-blowing read!! My STUFF. My STUFF is booze, is food, is fear. My STUFF is pain, is rage, is sadness. My STUFF is believing I am unhireable. My STUFF is ruthlessly judging every word I write. My STUFF is believing I have nothing important to say. My STUFF is depression and paralysis and an insatiable longing for love and acceptance. My STUFF is not asking too much of others. My STUFF is lost years with my father. My STUFF is mourning for all the STUFF my mom can’t mourn for. My STUFF is carrying her stuff. My STUFF is an inability to confront my mom to tell her how I feel. My STUFF is being less than a dog. My STUFF is being even less than stuff. Less than garbage. ~ Tanya McClure *make sure you are subscribed to the site so you dont miss things like this. Visit the site and type in your email.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 06:45:01 +0000
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