Chain Smoking

《 f o r e w o r d 》

I want to say that this is basically a true story. This is MY story. I have been holding onto this stuff for a while, and I am getting through it. However, I feel like writing through it will take the weight away. And, maybe one of you will identify with this.

This is basically a diary, and it is kind of written that way. I'm am looking back in time, and so is this. There isn't a lot of dialogue nor is there a lot of action. Just a lot of true words and feelings.

***This is raw and unedited, so things might be in an, um, interesting order. It may be a little choppy. And there may be spelling and grammatical errors.***

I thought about not publishing it. There won't be regular updates, and it's really personal. But maybe it will help someone. And, I'm anonymous. No one knows who I am. I'm not telling anyone who I am. I won't use actual names in this. I kind of wish I could turn the views and comments and votes off because I don't want to look at those when it comes to this, but I can't. Just know, there is absolutely NO NEED to vote or comment. I would prefer there to definitely be no comments. 

If anyone wants to talk to me about what is being said (because you identify and/or just need some unjudgemental ear to talk to/through), I am here. I know what it is like to be lonely while hanging with friends, and what it is like to feel like you have floated upstream, away from yourself, without even noticing it. But you can find a rock to latch onto and pull yourself back. 

Nice metaphor, yeah? I made it up on the spot ;). But I am totally serious about talking to me. Direct/Private Message me. I will get back to you, and I will try to make it that day, maybe even an hour or two after I receive it. 

~Love and Happiness, "Marie Belle"