TeddyGrams

The Secrets You Tell Your Teddybear.

Once upon a time. November 1, 2011

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A girl was left by her best friend when she moved to Canada. She was comforted by her friend who was leaving– they agreed that would talk on the phone every day and nothing would change. When the girl called her friend a week after she had left, everything had changed. There was no longer that best friend connection. That bond that had existed over the last 3 years was no more. It had vanished instantly it seemed.

This sort of thing happens all the time, it just seems that people are a much less aware when it happens slowly. Not until looking around and being startled by the emptiness does it really hit people.

 

One of the first entries I ever wrote on WordPress. October 13, 2011

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Was written the morning that I picked up my parking pass for high school. I had just gotten my car and I loved her. I ranted and ranted on a new blog about the bitch who hurt my poor little Annabell. She was still a baby, an infant even.

This time. I was that bitch. I was the bitch who destroyed her. Sure, there were other factors, but I was still the one who couldn’t save her. She was still a baby, even a couple of years later.

RIP Annabell.  October 2007 РOctober 2011

You are missed, every minute of every hour by me. I’m so sorry that I stopped caring about you. You were still a baby. You were my way out of that dreadful place, the safe hiding place for me and my things. I remember the little crystal teddy bear on your first key chain, my dad’s keys even. I remember the night that you were christened. I made life decisions while behind your wheel. I talked to the rumble of your engine when it was just the two of us on long trips.

Thank you for saving my life.

 

Hurt. July 14, 2011

I only ever blog when I’m feeling down.

I have a few things on my mind.

My sister, him, the person I call my best friend, the other person I call my best friend.

I guess I have people on my mind. And loneliness.

I want to go sleep in my grandparent’s room, but the kitchen is a dangerous place to walk through when I’m feeling like this.

I’ve come so far. I will not give in to this now.

Tomorrow will be good. It has to be.

 

Protected: I’m waiting for the day. December 14, 2010

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