Tumblr (3.0; @ghostthing)http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/12074eb2ba5e2b5c4a38d631011c66d3/tumblr_mmq26sGxMP1s8ihbuo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/50324626795http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/50324626795Mon, 13 May 2013 01:35:16 -0400<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1bbb307eab764a851a78fd14e391dd0f/tumblr_mmq239CkrW1s8ihbuo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/50324525273http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/50324525273Mon, 13 May 2013 01:33:09 -0400<p>There&#8217;s a reason that girls mess with their hair after the end of a relationship. Maybe it&#8217;s psychological and there is a deep-seated need for control. I don&#8217;t know, but there is a reason I ended up in the bathroom at three in the morning with a pair of scissors.</p>http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/45715223538http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/45715223538Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:25:44 -0400<p>I&#8217;ve suddenly realized that I have ended up in a place that I never thought I would be: I am 23 years old and I have no present and no future. I am a ghost. I float in that space between being a contributing member of society and being the tantrum throwing toddler that you see unable to be contained by its mother on the bus.</p> <p>I live at home. My father is disabled, and my mother left him and my little sisters over twelve years ago. My older sisters grew up and left home to go to universities and get their own personal lives to go along with their degrees. I stayed home and attended the local community college with no serious intent for some five-odd years. I have a few credits to go simply to get my associates which has been ever so slightly out of my grasp for years.  </p> <p>There is a reason that I have not had the drive to finish my degree. Because then I would have to start my mature, adult life and that is a thing for which I was never adequately prepared. I was treated all of my life as an anomaly: either too tall, too smart, too loud, or too fat to be of any use to anyone. My grandmother used to tell me when I was ten that I should pray that I would stop growing so that I could find myself a husband, or I would die an old maid.</p> <p>These are some of the things that are going through my head as my boyfriend( the first boyfriend that I have ever had and the first love of my life) asks me where this relationship is going.</p> <p>I don&#8217;t have an answer.</p>http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/45658472048http://ghostthing.tumblr.com/post/45658472048Mon, 18 Mar 2013 02:35:34 -0400