I think I just need to cut myself off from the internet. I think I am doing better, and then I see something that makes me want to plunge a knife thru my heart. /sigh...i fucking hate emotions.

There are too many questions...

There is no resurrection...

I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation...

I got you under my skin...

I swear, I'm just destined to be a fuck up.

So as you can tell, I'm tired. I'm VERY tired, and scrapping by with the bare essentials in terms of my sanity. I'm glad this week is going to be an easy week.

Today I was with my parents. I drive out to st louis park, just after waking up from a night of hell; halloween at the bar >_<. The first thing I see as I walk into the place where I ( Read more... )

Finally gave my speech on thrusday. Took forever to get in an OK / acceptable mannor ( Read more... )

Ok, so working for the idea that truth is simply whatever you want to accept/yield to ( Read more... )

Lately I've thinking about what is truth. What is that to me. How do we equate truth ( Read more... )

Little Miss Independence had another one of her episodes yesterday. I drove her to the hospital, because this one was a lot worse then the last ones. She had really bad chest pains, which scared me, I thought she was having a heart attack :( I stuck with her as long as I could before work. I just felt bad cuz she was having all this pain, and her ( Read more... )

After working on my informational speech and just being kind of downtrodden last night, my roommate katie comes back from here play she went to and invites me out to a party. Mind you she is dressed like a powersuit CEO dominatrix and her ride comes to our house wearing three skirts, make-up that was set to WHORE, and proclaims how sober he is ( Read more... )

Just got done with my Western Rhetorical theory midterm ( Read more... )

Flashing, bright, constant, and searing

The cool liquid running down the insides of my stomach.
Heat pulsating from my cheeks; contorted tomato face winching.
Engorged knees, raw and throbbing.
Bitten by jackfrost, my fingers ache and writhe asking to be cut off.

Torn and scorned from the most unusual places.

I have no more red to give