I have many things to sell, and fear of using eBay,

What I have for sale:
-Gallery Serpentine Black Victorian bustle skirt with lace (size 12)
-New Rock knee high buckle and zip boots with silver heel (size 42) [ worn twice]
-Gothic lolita black velvet mindress (size 10)
-TWO Victorian overbust corsets: one red cotton with silver print; the other ( Read more... )

so. its been 4 and a half years...how have you been?
Talk about a random day.

i need a hug

fucking fuck! I thought my gender was well known for taking their damn time to get ready.. fucking meant to go to a prochoice protest in annanndale at 9 am today, and my fuckign flat mate at 8:30 goes "oh no look at the time" and suddenly its 10 to 9 and we ahve at least a 25 minute drive to annandale and they decide being late was ok...FUCK THEM! ( Read more... )

       I think I would accept my own death if I had acheived what I really wanted before I died, or at the very least put a great deal of my proverbial soul into the work i wanted to do. I want to paint, to really paint something wonderful, and complete in its expression. My brain chemistry makes it hard to do anything, as it goes I work against ( Read more... )

The more I want something, the less attainable I make it for myself.
Fucking.
I cant feel pleasure, or be happy, unless Im wasted.

I JUST CANT DO IT ANYMORE.
MY BRAIN HAS REBELLED, I CANNOT DO ANYTHING i ever want to do.
I am such as failure.
Im quitting my subjects.

This assignment can bite me.
What self-loving excrement munching weavers of lies.
I hate them all and I want to set them on fire.

I find it particularly counter-intuitive that medications that are made to make you well make you feel like what a run over, 2 day old cat looks and smells like.
Oh well, Im assured these feelings will go away.

I am such a bum head (and why is broken_daniel so often right!?... dear god, why?). How is everyone else? Really?