tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543518865370108627.post9001873897665161..comments2010-08-18T00:03:02.183-05:00Comments on Winged Hippocampi: The monster under my bed is a little girlUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543518865370108627.post-59626575204882047112009-06-02T02:55:01.398-05:002009-06-02T02:55:01.398-05:00It's the anxiety I can't control. A piece of me t...It's the anxiety I can't control. A piece of me that really listens to no reason, and I hate it in myself. There are stretches of solace and peace. One day the peace won't end. I'm patient. Bridges burn, but that's what happens when we build them with matchsticks.skhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12017902570246580890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543518865370108627.post-90147078456017676012009-06-02T01:15:22.363-05:002009-06-02T01:15:22.363-05:00I'm slow to your blog, so forgive me if you are "o...I'm slow to your blog, so forgive me if you are "over this already". In addition, forgive me if I sound too mom-ish here (it comes with pushing bowling ball sized objects out of your vagina). But your entry made me think of a quote I heard on Oprah (oh yes I am...) - 'Hating someone is like you drinking the poison in hopes that it will kill them.' I mean, the only person it eats at is you. And, it gives them the power of knowing they are important enough to feel strongly about.<br /><br />As someone who has made many mistakes and wronged plenty of people, I have always been most affected by those who have simply moved on from me. Wiped me from their life. Those who have fixated on wishing me dead have actually only served to validate my excuses in order to deflect their hatred. It's those that simply move on that have caused the most pain and the most introspection.<br /><br />I'm definitely not criticizing, I'm just hoping to offer another perspective (and quote Oprah, which always makes me feel motherly...)Taunyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17219952696253075445noreply@blogger.com