Reality. Can that be defined? Is that feeling of numbness when you are lying on the bed waiting to pass out a reality? Is that light hearted light headed feeling you get from puff puff not a reality? Or is that stinging burning temporary release of an inner demon, of every frustration in your fucked up head not a reality? Maybe these are all ( Read more... )

I find myself pondering my life and what its really worth anymore lately. I have had perhaps the hardest few months of my being, and things arent exactly spiraling upward, but opposite. Intoxication, mutilation, and addiction seem to be of my favoured releases from my exhausted emotional state, and that is not healthy. Tis not exactly easy to carry ( Read more... )

I was browsing through the delightful Garbage studio diaries today, when i decided that i wanted to be eloquent and have a place to thought my writes. Or write my thoughts. As soon as i rid myself of this hangover, I will gladly excrete this horrid form of dyslexia from my system. I suppose as this is a first entry, most people would do a little ( Read more... )