Hmm.... That would be hard.....
I guess my earliest memory would be when I was about 5, and we were at my house. I was laying in the living room near a heater, because it was cold. I was building this castle type thing, and I was so proud. I went to put the last block on the top, and it fell over! D:
Hahah now I just laugh about it, but back then, it was the end of the world. I jumped to the floor, and started having the biggest temper tantrum I'd ever had. I was beating on the heater with my fists, throwing blocks across the room, crying, screaming, the whole ordeal. It was horrible, then at least. Now I just kinda laugh about it. (:
That's my earliest memory!
I am me.
I am not perfect.
I try to do the best that I can, set goals that I can reach, and do anything to achieve them.
But I've gotten a little lost along the way, and now here I am, struggling with Anorexia, Depression, and Self Harm.
My blog isn't supposed to be a happy place. Or an advice giving place. It's just a place that I can write out all my thoughts, everything I feel, without being judged!
Maybe you'll find solace in my struggles, someone to understand. Maybe you'll find interest in watching my journey through my life, or maybe you'll even take one look at this, and turn away. Every reaction is a lesson, and I am here to learn.
This blog is access into my most private thoughts.
With that being said, enjoy!
With that being said, enjoy!
Monday, August 13, 2012
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...I still do that now! Haha. I like to build things using decks of cards and it's always the last piece that's messes everything up! >.<
ReplyDeleteMy earliest memory is when I was about three and I was getting an 'airplane ride' from my dad and then I decided to cut his hair using nail scissors. It actually worked surprisingly well :D