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Morning Blog: Movements

omnicell
By: omnicell
Mood: Other
Date: Dec 08, 2012
Music: None


My first love liked me, yet ,later said I meant nothing to her. I was looked over as if I was a weakling. Yet, I was not a weakling, why then was I perceived as one. If I am not who one things, why think I am what I am not. Why not investigate and find the truth. Contempt before prior investigation is an evil thing. Many people are evil things.. The word for my first love is EVIL. I went to the wrong house to play! I did not know. I was not good enough. Strange, I was fine before I met her!, as far as what I thought of my own value.


Todays issues surround evil. Im attempting to make Evil people into un-eveil people that I create the illusion of safety, that I create the illusion of being liked.  At least I don't feel alone when Im around them. , yet, Im not liked. Im treated badly by those that don't want me around.  No one wants , or cares to understand me.   F#ck them all... thats my attitude.  I don't need to sell myself out to stupid people.  However, Im attempting to regain my identity,.  I need my recovery process.   Im attempting to bring the original me back to life. 


Im not liked. This is what needs to be analyzed. I attempt to wonder why people that like me don't like me. The answer is , they never liked me! I can feel it, I cannot handle this vision in my broken mind.


I guess these people cant figure out the bigger picture. Its not about them.


 


Went back to the meeting:  The girl was chairing the meeting..  This month with the New Years dance coming.   I will make sure this time,  to avoid this person at all costs...    


Correction is the key to survival.   


Im learning to go back to my recovery;  get the recovery I need and stay away from the con artists.  The programs are good,  the people can be a bit on the sociopathic side of the fence; way to many of them...   Im not trying to be the victim.  I have more work to do in the 12 step system.  Im getting very close,  as I get better,  more and more memories of the original me surface:  they are surfacing as I write...  This are memories with mass pain surrounding them..  These are around or in the core.  The core was ruptured,  I can feel memories from under the rupturing waking up.   There are younger memories waking up, of things I have not heard or understood for ages,  a part of me that has been asleep all of my life.   My life was taken from me, if I were to see any of it, or feel it,  I would kill myself...  there for its O so slow,  the small amounts thrown at me.   Yet,  At the core ,  Im getting memories...   The real me,  the original .