And even this...

I'm single. I want to help Kristen Stewart. I go by Sydney Jaded. You may call me either.
Or just SJ.
Broken brain. Fractured heart. Killer smile. Wicked sense of humor.

In the face of the beautiful-awful-tragic-absurd-mundane-heartbreaking-impossible-wonderful,
all I can think to say is:
and even this...

“I record my life, sifting and trying to separate what is real from what I’ve dreamed. I have decided not to tell you what is fact versus what is unfact primarily because (a) I am giving you a portrait of the essence of me, and (b) because, living where I do, living in the chasm that cuts through thought, it is lonely… come with me, reader. I am toying with you, yes, but for a real reason. I am asking you to enter the confusion with me, to give up the ground with me, because sometimes that frightening floaty place is really the truest of all. Kierkegaard says, 'The greatest lie of all is the feeling of firmness beneath our feet. We are most honest when we are lost.' Enter that lostness with me. Live in the place I am, where the view is murky, where the connecting bridges and orienting maps have been surgically stripped away.”
— Lauren Slater

“I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn’t brighten her own.”

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An Open Letter to my Cancer - Part 2

mcdavis:

drew:

Hey there Cancer,

How ya feeling? Probably not as good as I am. I have a lot of company in this “little” fight you have me fighting. Bet you thought I’d lay down and take it huh?

Wrong.

3 treatments done. 9 to go. 9’s my lucky #. Guess what else, we’re going to get together a bunch of awesome people on 9/9/09…and you and your pals are the guests of honor. Well, I wouldn’t say honor.

So my Dr. says you’re submitting already. Things look good, lymph nodes are getting smaller, lumps are going away. You’re causing quite a fuss, I hope it’s worth it, because you’re going to lose.

And it’s not just me that’s beating you. Millions and Millions with and without cancer wake up every morning with one thing on their mind…….

Getting rid of you and your pals for good.

So there are days I feel like shit. But those are just days. I have many years left. I simply have too much to accomplish. You? Your days are numbered. Enjoy them.

Your ever increasing even worse than you had previously thought nightmare,

_drew

∞ 5 months ago

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