An eloquent post on depression, from bethofalltrades. I found this girl's journal through photographer/Patron Saint of Kittens kylecassidy: she's an amazing artist, another Patron Saint of Kittens, and Amanda Palmer's assistant. She's a lovely, talented, unique artist, and writes beautiful posts. Here she succinctly details what I - and many of you - have felt - many a time ( Read more... )

( I have a new enemy at work, and it's not work itself. )

Today was a shitty day, so apologies for the whine-a-thon. I went out for a bike ride to clear my head, and was once more abused from cars by redneck teenage boys. Then I received a nasty voicemail from someone who has their head up their arse, and things got worse from there.

So I ate chocolate and mac n' cheese, smoked cigarettes and lay on the ( Read more... )

Well. Still fucking sick, and progressively so. Evil America bugs are destroying my immune system and raping my happiness. I feel like utter shite, despite having slept all night and most of the day (thank you Nyquil - ennero, do you really want me to send you some? That stuff tastes like poop). I have not eaten, so am hungry - but am too sore and ( Read more... )