companion {32/365}
companion {32/365}
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.
I can't handle the diagnosis. I'm going to the sanctuary to lay with Buckley and sleep, read.
I am so tired. Tired of trying, tired of pretending I can do this and be even. I'll never be even.
So much to say, but really.....like someone said to me: what's the point?
Labels: Sylvia Plath
Sunday, June 17, 2007 7:55:00 AM
Avoid Sylvia Plath. top
Sunday, June 17, 2007 8:17:00 AM
trying to keep my pretty little head above water. Happy Father's Day, dad. top
Sunday, June 17, 2007 5:15:00 PM
I love that your dad reads your blog. I think my dad would roll over in his grave if he really has any idea about my life and what's worse, the stuff running amok in my head.
What is wrong with you? is it a medical or emotional thing?
Hope it gets better soon and very very soon~~ top
Monday, June 18, 2007 6:54:00 AM
yeah, it's neat. He doesn't even flinch anymore when I say 'fuck' or 'shit'...
*grin*
priate entry will be posted at Blurty, so keep a lookout for it this morning....it's a tell all.
Love,
Gish top