I don't share with my friends much (if any) of the pain and crazy and awful thoughts and such that drive my behaviour, because (a) I'm not sure how they'll react (a minor reason); and (b) I hatehateHATE the idea of being the burdensome friend, the one who's always dragging everybody down, who everybody likes and genuinely wants to help but it's so ( Read more... )

Recently (Easter Sunday) my [Lloydminster] best friend's dad died. I had a dream this past Thursday that my dad died just a few days before K---'s dad, so of course I was desperately unhappy (plus I felt all this guilt about not being close to him and whatnot as I imagine I would feel were my father to actually die in the near future), but once her ( Read more... )

BRIGHT EYES

SASKATOON

(ALL AGES)

JUNE 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why can't anyone around me see that I'm falling apart?

I hate you. I hate you and I don't care how unhappy you are or how many demons clamour in the back of your head or how much of a victim you are. I don't care if you're sorry and I don't want to hear your pitiful honest sniffles because I don't care if you're a real person anymore. You can cry and be who you are and be tortured and do your best but ( Read more... )

does anybody remember that website that's spelled kind of like 'google,' and it's also a serach-engine-type-thing, but you type in a name or thing and then when you 'google' (or whatever the word is) it, you get a whole bunch of statements about the person/place/thing? They all go "[Name] is funny," or "[Name] is a trite piece of inauthentic crap ( Read more... )

(That was so true it's scary.)

There's a Good Reason These Tables are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of it Yet

Please leave all overcoats, canes, and top hats with the doorman
And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of itRuining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and ( Read more... )

I miss being me.

That's stupid, I'm always me and even in the ways I miss I'm still me. But I never want to be myself the way I am in my current incarnation, because ... well, because that's just how I am. Always looking forward to a person I don't know how to become, backward to a person I was and wish I still could be but can never be again, ( Read more... )

Oh wow, I didn't expect the deluge of comments that beseiged my ... unsuspecting ... comment page. Another thing I would like to say is that, upon reflection, I really can't understand how the statement 'I quit the crack,' made as if it were no struggle at all and really not a thing of more consequence than quitting, say, pot or something, I can't ( Read more... )