People are Strange – thoughts of a girl

As she lay there silently on her back, staring deeply into the intricate yet excruciatingly dull pattern on the textured ceiling- as if it were a piece of fine, overpriced artwork, she let her thought processes wander over exhausted terrain. She thought of life, of death, of love, of hate, of god…and everything along the… Continue reading People are Strange – thoughts of a girl

541 little pills later: I’m still alive

I feel so sick…i’m probably iron deficient or something to that effect…or it might be my crippled liver. Too much ibuprofin will do that you know…it’s just sad that it was an attempt to kill the pain I feel. It’s driving me to the point of insanity. I’m on the verge of just screaming till… Continue reading 541 little pills later: I’m still alive

Tired of the BS

I suppose it’s my blinding idealism that causes me so many problems, because an unsettlingly large part of me has no understanding whatsoever of why I’m denied the very things that make me feel alive. Happiness hasn’t been an option for me lately, so I turn to other emotions to sustanence and fullfillment. Lust, pain,… Continue reading Tired of the BS