I used to depend on this deevie to sooth my aching emotions. I would spill my thoughts hoping that the poeple that hurt me would read and know I am in pain.
I am no longer a believer in online diaries. People read your personal thoughts. Aren't these supposed to be secret.
It told me when I finally remembered my password that I had not logged on in ( Read more... )

There are times when I'm just a shell. I do not feel anything for anyone. All I feel is hollow, bruised, broken, beaten, bleeding for some truth, a fact to set all others in an ecstatic frenzy of light and sound ( Read more... )

Wow. I hate being blind and stupid. And I can't say naive because I am well learned in this mistake.
Suprise, Syd.

Some mornings I wake up and everything is okay. It’s something my brain does. I suppose everyone’s brain does it. You’re in dreamland, and the wish fulfillment fairies take over and douse you in their bogus happy dust, peek into your hidden desires and make you believe that you’ve satisfied them. Paint pictures that your eyes, flicking back and ( Read more... )