There is a tree in my backyard ( Read more... )

Suffocating strands of sinew, fat, and hair ( Read more... )

I'm in a strange, in-between mood: tired, but not tired enough to sleep, moody, but not moody enough to write.  I am frozen in indecision.

It is disturbing to be reminded of how the depression is still there.  I really hate reminders that the drug is the only thing that keeps it at bay, even when I am mentally and logically satisfied with life.  I cannot stem the tide of its darkness alone.

Fatally flawed still

I am really, really unhappy. I haven't been this unhappy in years.

Everyone I know is getting paired off.  Another day, another friend gone.  I can't understand why I am so unappealing that I am doomed to this painful loneliness ( Read more... )

Strange. Much time has passed, yet it feels as if no time has passed at all.  I return and it feels exactly the same as it ever did ( Read more... )

I have life on loan.  I do not need it or want it.  In my hands, it is wasted, but I must take it anyway.  And so, I hold and wait.  An endless game.

You are my only hope ( Read more... )

I will always be suicidal.  I may suppress the urge for months, even years, but it will return inevitably.  It's difficult to believe it's been 7 years.  7 years?  Just yesterday, I was marveling at how it's been 5 ( Read more... )