I'm writing a letter to the editor in Rolling Stone about the article for To Write Love on Her Arms.

This article is TERRIBLE. It doesn't have any idea about what the organization is about. At one point it says that Jamie "confesses that he has entered therapy and started taking antidepressants." If they understood anything about the movement they'd realize that he doesn't have to CONFESS anything. That's PART of the movement. It is SUPPOSED to be OKAY to do that. It is okay to take care of yourself, okay to find help.

Seriously, you guys might not know the organization as well as I do, but you should know it enough to understand how appalling this article is. Please read this article ( http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/31054258/surfer_to_savior_jamie_tworkowski_founder_of_to_write_love_on_her_arms/1# ) and let me know if you agree that it is as terrible as I find it to be.

I'm going to stand up for this, because this is RIDICULOUS.

http://www.artlurker.com/2009/09/the-rape-tunnel-by-sheila-zareno/

Shit like this makes me want to commit planet-wide genocide.

But there is an interesting question raised... if once has to go WILLINGLY through the tunnel if they now the end of the tunnel... would it still be rape?

But in the end, that doesn't matter. This man is crazy and he makes me want to kill lots and lots of everybody everywhere.

Wait... did Sam just have FUN at a DANCE?!

Yes. She did.

Weird.

Okay. So I really need to work on this "being stable" thing.

I've been really good lately. But then I get the form letter rejection from the TWLOHA Internship and I just... fell apart.

It's brought back the voices of being not good enough for the things I want most in life. For a while I was doing okay with those voices; they were there but I ignored them and didn't pay much attention...

... but they do have a point. Things that I really want, I'm rejected for. Relationships. Jobs. Internships. License.

I'm just not good enough for what I want.

rejected.

I'm over my little emo-fit from this morning. Mostly.

I'm all torn at the seams, just like you said I'd be.
If this is love, I don't want a part of it.

I AM FAAAAAANTASTIC RIGHT NOW!

I made the decision to drop Dr. Spinning Nipples' class.

And then I did it.

I'M FREE FROM HIM!!!

Except for work. BUT, since I am no longer full time, I MAY not have a job anymore. LOLZ.

therapist still out.

repent america on campus.

still not allowed to quit my job.

not getting any of my work for any of my classes done.

mid-term in least favorite class today, five terms, define them... worth 100 points and 20% of my grade.

today's class was the first class all week that i've gone to.

i'm a lump.

useless lump of fail.

blargh.

I'm the first person to admit and understand when things come up in life and that therapists have families and lives and sometimes they can't be there for their clients. I understand that fully, as I want to be a therapist someday, so I KNOW that therapists are people too...

It is just funny that my therapist would have a family emergency TODAY.

The thing that was getting me through the weekend without total panic was the idea of being able to talk to her about stuff and maybe figure some of this out. I mean, I just came out to my parents about my cutting and had long conversations about the likelihood that I was molested by my pedo-uncle.

It would be THIS week of ALL weeks that she couldn't come in.

I'm not angry or upset with her, I'm distressed and aggravated with life and its fantastic way of fucking me over.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I really need to get away for a while. I could use a vacation. I think I'm going to buy a plan ticket to like New Orleans and just go down there, by myself for like a week.

I could use it.

Do you think my lit prof would be understanding if I asked for another extension... seeing as I've spent the weekend thinking about the possibility of my pedophile uncle having molested me?

So, I talked to my mom today.

I told her about my meds and I actually told her about my cutting. She knew already. Which I knew she knew... but yeah. I finally felt comfortable telling her.

It was an interesting evening to say the least.

i did ask for an extension on the paper due and i got it. so i have a little less to worry about for now and i'm feeling a little less in crisis.

so, i figured that would be good for you all to know.

i love you all! <3 <3 <3 <@> ☼

I think everything is going to be okay.

Just so yous know.

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This makes me want to be able to find the comments on some of the ones that are only one and two comments. Lol.