The sky is filled with ashen clouds,
The ground is black and tarry,
I remember when the moon was in the sky,
It was bright and it was starry.
The sun is gone and my bodies weak,
I can barely stand on my own.
Maybe I’ll just lay here and give up,
Dying all alone.
The Darkness has fallen over my heart,
There’s nothing but blackness all around.
I want to give up and not fight anymore,
Fall lifeless to the ground.
Fuck depression
Striking a match Jenni looked over her shoulder one final time at the house she and her husband had called home for the past several years. As she leaned forward to catch the gasoline aflame she smile once more before picking up her various pieces of luggage and throwing them in her car.
She hummed quietly as she drove away thinking about the new life she was starting for herself. An explosion filled the air as she drove away and quietly patted the open cooler beside her.
Looking inside she grinned to herself as she remembered tearing her husbands chest apart with the tree clippers. She knew she would never have to worry. She laughed as she said to herself “Home is where the heart is!”
I think if I could be someone famous, I would choose someone who is young and a millionaire.
Dakota Fanny would be perfect she is 19, worth about 16 million and is well liked by most.
The first thing I would do is go running! Running with the exuberant run of youth. I’d run until I collapsed on the ground, laying in the sun and just enjoying the feel of the grass beneath me.
After I caught my breath I would head to the bank and withdraw a couple of million dollar checks. I would then donate 1 million to Bipolar research and 1 million to the ASPCA.
After that I would enjoy some of the spoils of being rich. I’d go to a restaurant I would normally never get in and have a lovely meal. I’d go to a spa and get a massage, facial, manicure and pedicure the whole nine yards.
Then I would go shopping in all the stores with the expensive clothing and have a great time trying on different outfits and knowing I could buy any of them I wanted. I’d likely buy a cute outfit and some jewelry for the evening.
At the end of the day I would sneak off to a club. I would just sit in the corner and watch people enjoying themselves. I already love people watching and being able to do it someplace I wouldn’t normally go would make it exciting for me.
Before going to bed, I would think through the mind of a normal non mentally ill person and review the day as it actually happened not as I miscue it in my own mind.
Rare Medium
I love Photoshop but don’t use it on my blog all that often 😀 So here’s my life in a movie poster format!
Looking in the sky I see a light moving just slightly, wavering over the landscape. It grows larger on the horizon sending fire over the lands. Flickering vibrant oranges and yellows as it swallows the oceans. Steam filling the air as the plants, animals and people move under its rays. Sunrise is a thing of beauty and makes you feel alive, even as its rays send your closer to death.
The Daily Post is usually fun for me to do, it’s also usually fun for me to read. I am having some major issues with it though. There are some people who posts like 13 different pingbacks that are completely unrelated to the suggestion. Luckily I have learned to recognize their blog and no longer read their posts. I don’t care if they are the most enlightened creative wonderful blogger in the world. I’m not going to read your blog if you do stuff like that.
Feels a lot like cheating to me. That’s of course just my opinion.
Peace out!
Yesterday I went down to Hollywood and visited Madame Tussad’s Wax Museum. I’ve mentioned several times that I am doing exposure therapy to help with my social anxiety and agoraphobia.
I planned to at least get there, if I didn’t go in at least I would get to see some neat stuff on the drive. I only have 9 more days in LA, then we move back home to Omaha.
I am trying to see what I can and was quite proud of myself for not only going into the museum but being silly and enjoying myself when I was there instead of concentrating on my anxiety!
Here’s some silly for ya, and woot go me!!!!
My most common saying is: My Brain She is Broke
To My BFF : Our Brains are Jerks! So keep fighting!!!
If you could clone one element from another city you’ve visited — a building, a cultural institution, a common street food, etc. — and bring it back to your own hometown, what would it be?
This is going to seem really strange. As with all foods they taste different where they are cooked, who has cooked them etc. In Omaha I love the Mexican Food but when I came to California, I found I don’t really like authentic Mexican food at all.
When I first came to Omaha from Canada the Chinese food was all weird to me. WTF Was a crab Rangoon? I was used to Fried Egg-rolls, not with those thin little paper wrappers but with the big chewy ones. Thinking about it makes me drool.
However if I had to move one thing it would have to be the panzerotti I don’t know that I’ve ever even seen one here in the states. It’s a lot like a calzone only it’s twice the size and it is deep fried. There is no sauce inside, in fact you dip it in the sauce and it is truly amazing.
My husband ever being the pragmatist says he would duplicate the weather in California to Omaha. I get that, and it’s smart, but I’m hungry so what can I say lol.
I am a good dog,
I love my mommy and dad,
Kiss, lick, lick, lick, kiss
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