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my arms haven't looked this bad in literally years. i don't know what i'm doing anymore |
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| 11:26am 09/03/2011 |
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I'm in such a low place right now. i have so much to say, that i need to say, but i don't know how to get it all down. And i don't have the time either before Spooner gets back and starts peering over my shoulder, and as ususal this whole thing revolves around him.
suffice it to say, i'm miserable and i want to leave him but i can't and i know staying together for the sake of our daughter is a stupid idea because i'll end up resenting him and making things worse, but i wouldn't know what to do on my own anyway and at the moment i'm in no fit state to be a single mum, my heads so fucked up atm.
leaving spooner should be the first thing on my long list to stopping myself being miserable, but instead its not even in the top ten, things like killing myself or just running away is at the top of that list. my heads just a jumbled mess of fucked right now. gargh! and i have a cold, quite a bad one, which isn't helping the fuzzy head feeling go away.
why must things be so complicated. scratch that, why must i always make things so fucking complicated. |
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| 08:22pm 04/11/2010 |
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mood:  artistic
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gah! my brain's being retarded. it won't communicate with my hands properly. I really wanna write atm, there are so many Harry Potter plots rolling around and developing, and i so wanna get it down on paper (so to speak), but my brain's just not sending the signals. I haven't written in ages! i can't even spell properly. i know the word i wanna put down but my hands just spack out and write something completely different. and i hate spelling mistakes! i would have left all the spelling mistakes in this post to show you just how bad its got but they piss me off too much. i hate reading stories with spelling mistakes, it does my nut! and now i can't spell! Gah!
I'm going senile me thinks... =/ |
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| 11:21pm 14/09/2010 |
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mood:  accomplished
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hazah to my new Supernatural moods and icon!
EDIT: hmm, new layout not doing what i tell it, typically. must seek mental help... |
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| 10:07pm 12/09/2010 |
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mood:  depressed
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Still not feeling good, not good at all.
I want a whisky. i want to stand outside in a sleeveless dress and have a fag and feel the cold wind against my skin. i want to be back at my parents house in Lincoln way where i used to sit on the window sil in my bedroom and smoke a fag out the window, where i used to put headphones in my ears an spend hours just listening to music, where my biggest worries were handing homework in on time and making sure my mum didn't see the fresh cuts on my arms.
I'm falling apart, again. five tiny cuts on my right wrist where i can hide them under my bracelets. i wanna cut every inch of flesh on my arms, my hands, my fucking face. but i can't, wouldn't get away with it, weather's too mild, too warm still to be wearing long sleeves all the time. not that any of my clothes fit me anymore as i've put so much weight on since being pregnant.
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| 11:49pm 10/09/2010 |
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i really wanted to cut last night. the only reason i didn't was because Faith was crying, then i bathed her and moiturised her and got her changed, and by the time i'd done all that i didn't wanna do it anymore. i swear i'm getting so fed up of this, its such a stupid cycle to be stuck in. one minute i'm great, the next i just wanna pick up a stanley knife and damage myself. i'm so tired of all this. had two fags this week, first fags i've had in about 6 months now. i just feel so worn out and its not just because of Faith. fighting these urges is so tiring. i can't wait for the day when can turn round and say "i'm an ex-self harmer" confidently. |
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| 11:22am 07/09/2010 |
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mood:  content
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I'm sitting in bed with the rain lashing at the window listening to chill out music; Faith's asleep and Spooner's getting his car MOT'd and i can't help but be filled with a sense of peace.
nothing beats this. |
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fuck!
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