two cans of air duster later my father finds me covered in blood screaming at invisible people. he restrains me, makes me shower, we cry, mom finds us. we clean the rug; nine square feet of howard blood. my legs have been slivered. each cut was deeper. tomorrow i get checked into yet another psych ward. we will see if they hold me over night. weve ( Read more... )

i thought i had a problem but it worked out.
i cut fun things today.
fifth day of being sober.
i got a shrink. & homework.
audition tomorrow.
my doc gave me back cigarettes because he thought i might implode.
ennui

well today was my second alcohol and nicotine free day of my entire life. i feel like shit. but i do look pretty hot in my yellow wellies making collages and paintings for the people i care about. today mommy and i had our breakdown in which i told her it was solely her fault i am fucked up. and she cried. but then dad was like tl its true. so i ( Read more... )

well here it is! i fucked it up again and this time spent 24 hours in an intensive psychiactric care unit. the bi-polar lady said my aura was light blue and that i should be a poet. the burnt out crack rock smokin navaho told me that she thinks the nurses are trying to kill her by feeding her the wrong pills. and malinda wouldnt stop screaming and ( Read more... )

robot says....... f u c k y o u ....... except he dont have a voice

ready or not, here i come

i have never been this tired. maybe i have mono. maybe ( Read more... )

for tonite, and tonite only... i love rubber cement and white wine.

i am home. and miserable. hopefully people will come visit and i will get to go places. hollerate.

Time it was,
And what a time it was,
It was...
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences.
Long ago... it must be...
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories,
They're all that's left to you.