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Life Of A Part-Time Mermaid

"when you threw me to the wolves that night,
did you think they’d find me easy to swallow?
you’ve loved me more than the others; you know i claw and scream on the way down.

of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon.
i wore wolf skins as easily as my own.
i growled at death and watched him run.

please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back
of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom
mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here.

i do not hunger after you.
i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails.
i will be bored of this form soon.

i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons. — A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c."

Me
I've been broken, I've loved and I've been hurt. A best friend, a hard worker, a loyal lover. I am simply human.

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Tarantula
Tuesday, February 17, 2015 @ 10:39 PM
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So more or less I'm sitting here bawling, and while it seems like it's most likely over a broken xbox it's really over everything piling up and my having no clue what the hell to do with any of it. And being told to just go get it fixed is really more frustrating than not hearing anything because there is no money to do so.

There is no money to get it fixed, there is no money to buy a new one, there is no money to replace the brakes in my car that I've been waiting since November while the car sits in the driveway. There's no money to replace my computer that is going to die in a couple months as per the computer shop. Essentially there is no money for anything. And I still cannot get hired. I have a few bucks saved up for gas for things.

And you know, bill collectors calling and wanting money for things. That's fun too.

I don't go anywhere, I don't do anything, I don't spend any money. I don't go out with friends because the only friends I made moved away after school, and the complicated situation won't speak let alone chill and hang out. So. I am frustrated, I am defeated. I am tired of feeling like I'm pushing a boulder up hill and it's running my ass over every time I get 3 feet up.

Not to mention trying to get a job with severe social anxiety is like sticking your hand in a blender

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