once upon a time...

[blueeyesnyc]

I have so many stories to tell that I'm just not ready to share. Why is it I have so much more trouble writing about good things than bad? When life sucks, I update my journal all the time. Now, I can't even write. I've got a diamond in my hand and my fist is closed around it. Can't even look at what I've got. Don't even believe it's there

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can't say thank you enough....

[vulgaras]

Here I am knifing my pussy on a regular basis with a dull butcher knife and bleeding for a crowd.....and I can't for the life of me handle death well at all. Just got these birds literally 10 min. before the lights went out last thurs....no emotional attachment officially made yet and the mere site of the decaying beauty on the bottom of the cage turns me into paralyzed goose bumps....death sucks. Knifing myself makes me feel alive. Thank Goddess I have a dyke with balls (review or not) in my life! I would have fallen apart if I had to touch its white feathery corpse...