I'm sick. I'm going to talk about being sick. If that's TMI for you then this is your warning.

( In which I whine. )

I'm sitting here eating fancy cream cheese on fancy crackers ('fancy' in this case meaning 'the type we used to get when we had guests over for dinner parties when I was little') and waiting for my patented Midnight Inspiration (TM) to kick in. Mind you, it's only half past ten, so I don't know if it'll show up anytime soon, but it might come early ( Read more... )

Blah.

( Pain and self-pity. You have been warned. )

( Anger. Self pity. Angst. )

I just made a Post on my Writer's Craft course discussion forum, and it is one in the morning and I will not get any replies but I am nervous. I am Going Out On A Limb ( Read more... )

I wanna cut. I want it. It's like the only way to let the bursting out is blood and I wanna cut. I want blood. I want slicing and adrenaline rush and soreness when I shower and scars. I want it so, so badly and then I think things, like how ( Read more... )

Al I have when I feel like I'm ( Read more... )

So it's all falling apart again.
Ha. Fun.
(You know. If there was anything ever even remotely put back together to begin with.)

Yesterday my mom and I were going out to get pizza and there was a boy not much younger than my brother standing on this big hill, near two areas you really don't want to be in the evenings or even necessarily during the day on your own--some bad crowds hang around there.He was obviously waiting for someone, but nobody was coming up the walk. He ( Read more... )

Talk me down from the proverbial ledge ( Read more... )