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let's go: Staring at a grey city sky
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I don't think you know what you're getting into. this is the sad, slow, very personal journal of Chel. invite only. happier blogs are posted publicly on universe. Mar 17, 2011. Staring at a grey city sky. I guess I sometimes wonder why I can't get myself to care. And yet this stigmatized illness leaves me staring at the sunless sky while all that was once so dear (and in all reality, still is and will always, always be) to my heart drifts by; I dream without sleeping. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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let's go: January 2011
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I don't think you know what you're getting into. this is the sad, slow, very personal journal of Chel. invite only. happier blogs are posted publicly on universe. Jan 25, 2011. First report of 2011. Misssed classes for two weeks now. Doctor appointment Feb 16. I lie in bed, unable to care or eat or go out. The pain from my right shoulder is flaring again. My eyes are tired despite only looking at nothing all day. My mouth, much like my spirit, is dry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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let's go: First report of 2011
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I don't think you know what you're getting into. this is the sad, slow, very personal journal of Chel. invite only. happier blogs are posted publicly on universe. Jan 25, 2011. First report of 2011. Misssed classes for two weeks now. Doctor appointment Feb 16. I lie in bed, unable to care or eat or go out. The pain from my right shoulder is flaring again. My eyes are tired despite only looking at nothing all day. My mouth, much like my spirit, is dry. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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let's go: September 2011
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I don't think you know what you're getting into. this is the sad, slow, very personal journal of Chel. invite only. happier blogs are posted publicly on universe. Sep 26, 2011. Ill try to keep it short. I guess ive just been really depressed or frustrated or irritated or upset or angry or whatever and i havent been able to really just bitch to anyone other than my cat or a couple pages in a notebook that i rip up afterwards. Hmm Yeah the cat just kinda pokes you and wants to be pet. But at the same time.
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there's a hell of a good universe next door;: June 2012
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There's a hell of a good universe next door;. This is the personal weblog of Chel Mercado. now with 0% Trans Fats! Your results may vary. Jun 30, 2012. From my sixth grade choir class. Step by step. day by day. inch by inch, all the way. Bit by bit. mile by mile,. And little by little you're there. If you can't climb a mountain then climb a hill. That's much better than standing still. There's a way if you've got the will. And little by little you're there.". Jun 26, 2012. Getting my hopes up.
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there's a hell of a good universe next door;: July 2012
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There's a hell of a good universe next door;. This is the personal weblog of Chel Mercado. now with 0% Trans Fats! Your results may vary. Jul 28, 2012. I'm tired of the scent of urine and the way you look right past me. I feel lied to and unwanted and alone. I hate that belly and the way you don't give a shit. I love you, but I'm not in love with you, and it seems the feeling's mutual. Jul 18, 2012. The Never-Ending Job Search. I feel useless. I feel as though I lack value to society. Jul 17, 2012. Peopl...
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there's a hell of a good universe next door;: May 2012
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There's a hell of a good universe next door;. This is the personal weblog of Chel Mercado. now with 0% Trans Fats! Your results may vary. May 9, 2012. May Angels Lead You In. Thomas' mother passed away last night. May she rest in peace. May 8, 2012. The doctors said there is nothing more they can do for Thomas's mother except make her comfortable until. she dies. I am trying to be strong, but I'm not very good at it. I am trying to be helpful, but I feel useless. I am sorry. I am so, so sorry.
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there's a hell of a good universe next door;: November 2012
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There's a hell of a good universe next door;. This is the personal weblog of Chel Mercado. now with 0% Trans Fats! Your results may vary. Nov 24, 2012. Lacking in any real want for material possessions. I don't have everything, but I'm happy with what I have. So here I am, a quarter century old, not remembering a time when the day after Thanksgiving was spent just being happy with what I have. I can't decide whether that's wonderful because of the overwhelming sense if peace or depressing because the...
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there's a hell of a good universe next door;: April 2012
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There's a hell of a good universe next door;. This is the personal weblog of Chel Mercado. now with 0% Trans Fats! Your results may vary. Apr 28, 2012. The muses tend to pick the most inopportune moments to strike - but it isn't a strike, is it? It's more of a tap, a light brush that you think little of at the time (in truth, sometimes you don't notice it at all) but festers into an itch that can't be cured under your idle fingernails - no, it needs release beyond flesh, beyond body. Apr 21, 2012. Would ...
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there's a hell of a good universe next door;: It's all dirty
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There's a hell of a good universe next door;. This is the personal weblog of Chel Mercado. now with 0% Trans Fats! Your results may vary. Mar 16, 2015. Hide behind pretty words I write? So isn’t that what I’m. A vulnerability that is clean – sterile, purified? It takes so much routine cleaning to maintain a level of “normal” in a home, and yet the task is so thankless, so behind-the-scenes that it feels futile. And yet we carry—I carry—on this burden, this cross in silence. Portland, Oregon, United States.
