I've always thought that line was an apt description of me, ever since I first heard it aged 17 or 18 ( Read more... )

...Where I can hide away, I know I can't take it anymore
'Cause I see now, it's just one of those days..."So yesterday I decided to be dead in a rather half-arsed manner ( Read more... )

Brain: Hey, you know when you used a ouija board to talk to JHH?

Corvid: Err... yes?

Brain: And you couldn't see him, but he was sort of there but not, and he gave answers that weren't made up?

Corvid: Yeah, I remember.

Brain: Isn't that like talking to people on the net?

Corvid: Uh, what?

Brain: You haven't seen some of them, never met them ( Read more... )

But my home is the lowlands and always will be
Some day you'll return to me your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms..."Dear Neurons ( Read more... )

So, I've had my phone turned off for most of this week and have been hiding in bed. Why? Because I'm an idiot. Or depressed. Or whatever. Take your pick. Also my meds have made half my face fall off. It's special. I look like I've bean belted across the face. Wheee ( Read more... )

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Oh look, it’s that can of worms again ( Read more... )

I never liked Virginia Woolf. I thought she was a mad bin of the worst sort, I loathed her writing, but most of all, I had nothing but scorn for the fact that she killed herself whilst fearing another attack of depression. I thought that was cowardly. But then I was 19 at the time; I'd been clinically depressed for four years and veiwed my life ( Read more... )

He took one look at me, frowned slightly and said, "Hmm. So tell me about the last couple of weeks - you haven't been doing so well, have you?" Which considering I was clean, wearing shoes, not twitching like a speed freak and not bleeding on the carpet was pretty perceptive, I thought ( Read more... )

I think the one I hate most of all, is not the one I have to fight against tooth and nail all night to remain whole ( Read more... )