I’m in an odd mood tonight. This is what happens with me and my bipolar disorder. Most of the time I’m hypomanic...happy, upbeat, ready to change the world, and full of energy. Tonight, it’s the less wonderful part of me rearing its head. I am tired, perhaps even exhausted. I don’t mind nights like tonight, though. These are the nights that I think ( Read more... )

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01/13/13
Little Thoughts...Nothing At All
I would like to slip into the shadows.
Awkward silence. Awkward glance.
And I want to be sorry.
Hallelujah.
Thank God for a dirty house.

The Power of Emptiness
October 18, 2012Lost and forgotten, a little girl stands ( Read more... )

Balled up, cool, calm, and collected.
I'm fine.
Everything is fine.
Those famous last words.

Cancel it out.
Write it out.
Mark it out.
Shout it out.

He fucks himself in the corner ( Read more... )

Had I grown up with a healthy childhood, I’m not quite sure where I’d be. Would I be any better? Would I be just as insane as I am now? I will never know. I do know that something has got to give. I cannot continue on this path that I am currently travelling ( Read more... )

Smoke rises. Wisps of grey clouding the blue sky ( Read more... )

There's a bug in my stomach and it is crawling around. It is eating my intestines, it is forcing me down. There's a moment of clarity and then I can see, this bug in my stomach, its turning on me. Its myself, but more, more than that, too, its me, but with hatred, a red colored ghoul. I cannot purge it, I cannot cut it, and I cannot, far as I see, ( Read more... )