i think the world might end this year. i really do.

if it was all in my head why are my hands covered in blood?

and on that note, lets celebrate another year of how we as humans fuck each other over.

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sometimes i just wonder what im doing. and why tomorrow isnt ever around when i need it.

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she and her skin faced inward with her short choppy fuckme hair. and her delicate hands waiting to push them off cliffs. she had painted on her thin smile and sat holding a drink in her right hand. she played with the ice cubes as she played with the little souls sitting by her feet. but there was something missing. sitting like a statue, she ( Read more... )

im in thornhill. im not enjoying myself. luckily peggy and fini are coming over later. i've decided to see if i can go back to my mum's tomorrow. i've had enough here. i've made some realizations. i wont get into them. but i've made them. i'll be coming here as little as possible.

there's a place i was and i nearly died. i left that place. i thought i was out. i thought it was over. i tried to help everyone. i tried to help. itgetsworseitgetsworseitgetsworse.

another day. the useless humdrum of children hustling about. the slow moving of those who may be young but drag on like the elderly. tired and frail. i had another panic attack today. it lasted two periods and was outlasted by a migrane which went from early this morning to sometime this evening. they're always there. i've been neglecting medecines ( Read more... )