It's been too long...
Since I last updated...
I got a cat.
Yep. A Cat. His name is Mishou, named after the Polish nickname for Teddy Bear. It's also a popular Polish movie called Mis (Mish, but I of course don't have the accents for 'em), which is possibly the best ironic comedic communist movie ever made. You'd be lucky to find a translation (trust me, I've tried). If you do find it, FUCK. Funny, Huh??
But anyway. He's awesome. And he loves me. He's possibly the only thing that keeps me alive.
I just watched this BBC doco with this guy that goes to places he probably shouldn't. Today: cleaning up suicides and murders. There was so much blood, and there was a razor.
.............ok............... please don't read...........
if you don't want to be all depressed....
I looked at it. And thought, "is this what it would look like if i committed suicide?"
And it disturbed the shit out of me. I've read books, I've seen people slit their wrists around me, but for some reason, this was the clincher. The person that resulted out of this scene was dead. Their volumes of blood were being mopped up by cleaning crew, who had dollar signs on their eyes (the interview pretty much depicted their goal in this career being reigned by money). It was disturbing.
I cried. Not suprising. It turned me off committing suicide. I don't know what this means.
Working in a psych ward has suddenly brought out so much shit in my psyche that I''ve been avoiding for.. pretty much my entire life!
Anyway...
I got a cat.
Yep. A Cat. His name is Mishou, named after the Polish nickname for Teddy Bear. It's also a popular Polish movie called Mis (Mish, but I of course don't have the accents for 'em), which is possibly the best ironic comedic communist movie ever made. You'd be lucky to find a translation (trust me, I've tried). If you do find it, FUCK. Funny, Huh??
But anyway. He's awesome. And he loves me. He's possibly the only thing that keeps me alive.
I just watched this BBC doco with this guy that goes to places he probably shouldn't. Today: cleaning up suicides and murders. There was so much blood, and there was a razor.
.............ok............... please don't read...........
if you don't want to be all depressed....
I looked at it. And thought, "is this what it would look like if i committed suicide?"
And it disturbed the shit out of me. I've read books, I've seen people slit their wrists around me, but for some reason, this was the clincher. The person that resulted out of this scene was dead. Their volumes of blood were being mopped up by cleaning crew, who had dollar signs on their eyes (the interview pretty much depicted their goal in this career being reigned by money). It was disturbing.
I cried. Not suprising. It turned me off committing suicide. I don't know what this means.
Working in a psych ward has suddenly brought out so much shit in my psyche that I''ve been avoiding for.. pretty much my entire life!
Anyway...