Prickish

Hello no one. Here I am. Hello. I slept in my sunday clothes last night when I did fall asleep. I woke up with a bloody nose (don't know why) and the taste of vomit in my mouth (know why). In the mirror, I look like shit. Finally I am presentable to the world as a real reflection of what's inside. Hello world, my name isn't important, but I'm here to fuck with your emotions and make myself feel better with low self-esteem. And how are you?

My subconscience betrayed me last night. Single-handedly I destroyed my kingdom in two days. Spurned the girl I love by loving her. Hurt someone who loves me into hating me. Lost the trust of my mother, the friendship of my father, and the respect for myself. Last night I was a twelve year old girl who wanted to cut herself. Immature, unthinking, and terribly pathetic.

Today is time to stitch the wounds. Maybe go camping, or in the worst-case-scenario leave. Maybe I'll call the duke of Moab, see if he has anything to say. Or, more beautifully, nothing to say at all.

Prickish

Hello no one. Here I am. Hello. I slept in my sunday clothes last night when I did fall asleep. I woke up with a bloody nose (don't know why) and the taste of vomit in my mouth (know why). In the mirror, I look like shit. Finally I am presentable to the world as a real reflection of what's inside. Hello world, my name isn't important, but I'm here to fuck with your emotions and make myself feel better with low self-esteem. And how are you?

My subconscience betrayed me last night. Single-handedly I destroyed my kingdom in two days. Spurned the girl I love by loving her. Hurt someone who loves me into hating me. Lost the trust of my mother, the friendship of my father, and the respect for myself. Last night I was a twelve year old girl who wanted to cut herself. Immature, unthinking, and terribly pathetic.

Today is time to stitch the wounds. Maybe go camping, or in the worst-case-scenario leave. Maybe I'll call the duke of Moab, see if he has anything to say. Or, more beautifully, nothing to say at all.

Beginnings

Well, here it is, the first post. January 1, 2005. Hello. Well, I hope you enjoy reading this blog. I'm going to post this short one first, real fast. More is to come, I promise. After I figure out the picture posting things and after i pet natasha (the cat) a bit.

CIAO.