I got two more tattoos ^.^;;;;; Pictures later.

A current conversation going on between two characters in my head.

"Shh, shh, Aisleen...it's going to be okay *Slowly pets her hair as the girls head rests on her lap.*"

"*Body shaking with grief and sobs ripped from her soul.* No, no it's not...Daphne, it's never hurt this much...Daphne, Daphne I can't breathe. I can't breathe!"

"Shh, shh, sweetie... ( Read more... )

Guys. Seriously. Pleeease do not give me anything for Christmas. I can't give back this year and I feel terrible. Plus I reeeeally don't deserve it. So just...yeah, don't.

Dear Brain,

If you could please stop thinking for a while, that would be just great! And oh, heart? If you could stop being stupid that would be awesome.

Sincerely, your owner,
                Samantha

"The mirror stares you in the face, and says:
'Baby, uh-uh, it don't work!"

With me being sick and my great aunt dying and me having to take off so much work, I'm not going to be able to get anyone anything for Christmas this year like I'd planned. I'm so sorry.

So please, don't get me anything. I'll feel terrible. Everyone just have a good Christmas, okay?

I don't apply for medical coverage. Not even Kaiser. Please kill me.

I've been wondering why I've been in such a funk lately, and I think I've realized why. Because my family life is so difficult, I really strive to maintain whatever's left of myself so I can be with my friends. If I'm not important or needed by my friends... I don't know what to do. And that's whats been happening. I'm not needed (at least not ( Read more... )

I'm sick. I guess that's what it is. I always seem to be sick, don't I? If not in body, then in the mind. But there's nothing I can do about it.

I don't have any insurance. No money. I don't want to talk to someone anyway.

But I guess it makes sense. I'm just sick again.

I don't...really know what's happening to me. I'm losing touch with everything. I don't want to be around people, I don't want to talk. I don't want to do anything. Normally I have a well of, I dunno, self preservation and motivation in me somewhere but it's like someone took my well. It's like I don't want to smile anymore or give any effort or do ( Read more... )

I loved you. I loved you so much. And now you're gone. Just gone.