There is nothing in the is world that I want more, or have wanted more, in the last few days then to run a razor down my arm and end this.

Some days I'm just more crazy and less control.
- posted by Catherine @ 9/27/2005 10:13:00 PM (0) comments

 
Today will be fine as long as I don't get those flashs of memory that I was getting last night.
there is nothing more disturbing as when your dancing and your feild of vision is filled will memories that you had forgotten you had.
Dirvish moves his skirt around him and looks up at the ceiling -flash- in bevs room and you can't stand but you can't sit and listen to what she's saying -flash- standing staring at the dance floor wondering when this is going to end
But such is the inner workings of my head. Just how crazy am I?
- posted by Catherine @ 9/03/2005 12:59:00 PM (0) comments

 
I said something earlier tonight about one little thing pushing me over the edge. Well two fucking spoilt hooligans throwing eggs at my car could do it.
so I sit here, all screwed up feeling like I'm at the bottom of a very dark pit, and I don't like it very much.
perhaps I should just go to bed.
and yet, part of me wants to stay thing way, why is the darkness so comfortable.
- posted by Catherine @ 9/01/2005 12:11:00 AM (0) comments