morbidhippie's Diaryland Diary patiently awaiting quiet. -- and yes, everythings fucked and i'm sad and all the rest. and my arms are clean. my legs, stomach...clean. no cuts. of course, thre are still scars..but no cuts. 2 weeks. it's been 2 weeks. last week i can understand. last week was...strange. some odd sense of clarity and then the other part of me wondering what the hell was going on, why was i feeling so... i can't explain it. it wasn't numbness. it wasn't happiness. it wasn't sadness. it wasn't emptiness, or lonliness or wanting. it was just...there. -- and always wondering why. wondering whereit had gone. -- now i'm just killing time, that feeling has come back and i've no idea what to do with it. listening to some nice german ambient track that fenella played last night. -- what am i doing? -- still sounding more pathetic by the hour. and she returns yet again. -- backwards. everythings backwards. -- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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