Posted in Journal, Life, Love, cats, suicide, tagged black cat tattoo, businesses popped up, cab driver, cats, change, dead businesses, dumps me, feeling safe, friend not allowed to speak to me, friends, I have lost hope, I want to move NOW, killing myself, landlord who will allow 11 cats, Love, mobius strips, no money, no place to hang windchimes, not my home, nothing left for me here, people in the streets, place the cats, plants, porch torn down, roller skating, they changed all the rules, trees, update will, urban nightmare, vines, vines gone, Virginia Creeper, wild place, wildflowers, windchimes, world unkind and not a place I can call home on 14 October, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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14 October 2008
I can hardly believe my eyes, or myself. Everything is changing so rapidly that I can no longer manage the curves.
When I moved in here, a little over a year ago, I moved into a place that I [...]
Posted in Journal, Life, suicide, the medical profession, tagged "Apocalypse Now", "Donnie Darko", "Lost", "The System", .touching womeh inappropriately, 7 showed up, alcohol, apartment disaster, Arlo, asthma, blood clot, broken ankle, cast, change, convenience store, dilaudid, doctors, drunk, emergency room, exhaustion, falling, feeling suicidal, festival, giving myself a birthday party, gone into a darkness that does not hurt, grocery, harangued for not reporting him, hate this world, invited 32, landlord, leftover food, meltdown, neighbors ignore me, nothing lasts, one guy finally helps, ortho, physical therapy, rain, rotator cuff, screwed up sleep, separated husband, stroke, the medical profession, ultrasound, wants to get laid, window won't lock, x-rays on 15 July, 2008 | 3 Comments »
14 July 2008
Every day, in May and June, I felt suicidal. I even started planning for it. But then life got in the way, things had to be done, and by July 1st, I no longer felt that way.
But, nothing lasts forever. That’s been one of my thoughts lately. Nothing lasts [...]
Posted in Journal, Life, rape, suicide, the medical profession, tagged bitterness, burglaries, cancer support chat, COPD, cruelty, gynecologist, insurance, Internet, osteoporosis, poverty, precancerous, rape, rheumatologist, suicidal thoughts, the medical profession, VIN on 11 March, 2008 | 1 Comment »
11 March 2008
Is it any wonder that I fail to trust in the good things happening to me, when each time a tiny tendril of goodness peeks out from the shade, it is brutally crushed by some cruel bastard’s big boot?
My friend comes to visit, I find out I have friends on the Internet, all [...]
