Saturday, 31 December 2011

039; I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.

“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks accidentally and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.”
—Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors

This is what you reduce me to; a lovesick creature, always craving your attention. I would do anything to be the centre of your world, yet you can never convince me that I am. Always two sides to everything, never enough. To see myself through your eyes; you tell me I'm beautiful, that you love me, despite all my flaws, despite my manic freak-outs and self-destructive behaviour. Despite that I am who I am. I ask you, time and time again: why? Why me? What could you possibly see in me? Why do you love me? You answer, "I always have and I always will" and how can you know that? All I can think is whywhywhy.

All I know is that there's an end.

Friday, 30 December 2011

038; If you promise to stay conscious, I will try and do the same.

My pill-box collection (so far). (More photos here.)

I'm on a night-train up north. Music is filling my ears and all I see outside is a blackness. It's freezing, and all I've had today is chocolate and cigarettes. I painted my nails black (and my eyes, always.) Earlier today, I bought a leather jacket. I've been wearing it ever since. I'm craving a smoke but we don't stop for another two hours. I wish I had some whiskey on me, and a friend to share it with. Everything seems simpler in the moonlight.

Thursday, 29 December 2011

037; So much for the longest day.

Tell me again, press my hands to your lips as you sing of love and life
Don't leave me now, here in my darkest hour, as the longest day turns night

I still haven't gotten more than maybe twelve hours of sleep in the last eighty-three, but I've finally taken my meds and I hope they kick in soon. I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow; lots of stuff to do, and I need to pack, and then hop on a six-hour train up north to stay with my brother over New Year's. I'm excited, and I hope my nerves don't mess things up too much.

Yesterday I had a fit and couldn't control myself; another battle lost.

(But sometimes you have to lose battles to win the war.)

036; This is not your year.

Scattered shadows on a wall, you watch the long light fall
Some impressions stay and some will fade away
Tattered shoes outside your door, clothes all on the floor
Your life feels like the morning after all year long

Fucking hell. Haven't been sleeping well (I've gotten maybe eight odd hours in the past sixty), got a terrible headache (and it never goes away), and I've lost control of my body; can't stop shaking, can't hold food down, and I've had (more than?) four accidents today (which is more than average). The days are blurring together and I feel like hell.

(I guess this is payback for all those pink little pills.)

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

035; Through the looking-glass.

Sleepless nights and bruises blossoming and exploding into tiny nebulae underneath my pale skin, winter is taking a stronger hold on me, overcoming me, and I feel like I am made of ice; I will crack at the slightest touch. My mind is full of mirrors, threatening to break and cast bad luck over me, but I've always been cursed and the only thing you can see inside is sharp edges and a darkness, a flat surface with much more depth than you thought possible, an endless abyss, and you better be careful or you might fall, because if you do, you'll never reach the bottom. You will fall and fall and fall. It never ends.

Trust me, I know; I am the girl made of glass.

Monday, 26 December 2011

034; (Sinking.)

"I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine for the rest of my life."

I barely know what to do with myself; I feel infinitely sad yet strangely alright. It's only when I think of you that I become more and more, like turning up the volume until the silence is too deafening, and I drown in myself and my thoughts and the demons. Where are you? Did you forget me? I miss you. Do you care?

I can't wait to forget you. I'll never forget you. I am easily forgettable.

033; Come on, I know myself by now.

There's a degree of difficulty in dealing with me.
"'Cause I don't trust that there won't be another string of manic freak-outs if I stick around. Come on, I know myself by now. It's not an easy realization to come to. I'm not the best thing for you. I'm not the best thing for you."

I. Goodbye England (Covered In Snow), by Laura Marling.
II. Seven Years, by Lovers.
III. You Will Miss Me When I Burn, by Palace Brothers.
IV. Lua, by Conor Oberst & Gillian Welch.
V. Hug Me Tight, by En Kopp & En Knapp.
VI. About Today, by The National.
VII. Walk It Off, by Angus & Julia Stone.
VIII. Heavy In Your Arms, by Florence + The Machine.
IX. O' Sister, by City & Colour.
X. Wintering, by Laura Gibson.
XI. Enchanting Ghost, by Sufjan Stevens.
XII. Chocolate & Cigarettes, by Angus & Julia Stone.
XIII. Stephanie Says, by Emiliana Torrini.
XIV. Possibility, by Lykke Li.
XV. Dead Deer, by Lovers.
XVI. Love Will Tear Us Apart, by Broken Social Scene.
XVII. Little Hell, by City & Colour.
XVII. All Alright, by Sigur Rós.

Sunday, 25 December 2011

032; Living on a diet of chocolate and cigarettes.

"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, to put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry."

— Marya Hornbacher

I am alive. For better or for worse. I woke up in a feverish state several times last night. There's a storm raging outside and all I want to do is cry. I binged and I wanted to purge but I didn't and I feel so fucking fat. I've stayed in my room, in bed, avoiding everyone and anything. I just want to sleep. It's all too much. The littlest things set me off. Everything's too loud, there are too many people around, it's too bright. Both mother and brother tried to hug me, and my mask slipped, and I snapped. It evoked so much rage that it scared even me. I hate being touched. And I shy away, but really, all I want is to be held; I long for an embrace to fold myself into. Someone to disappear into. I just want to be not me for a while. I want someone to care. I need you to notice, but you probably forgot to remember me. (Did you?) And yet I hate this; being so vulnerable, so needy, so dependent. (I just want to hear your voice. Where are you?)

How do you continue living when you hate the very bones of yourself, the simple fact that you exist, in this world, today?

Saturday, 24 December 2011

031; (Just last the year.)

Christmas is the worst time of the year for me. This one in particular marks my five year anniversary of.. survival? staying alive? I don't know what to call it, but five years ago I was at an all-time low; no hope, no future, just darkness, and on Christmas Eve, I was going to kill myself. I remember having Death Cab's Transatlanticism on repeat and looking at myself in the mirror, thinking fuckyoufuckthisyouareuglynoonewilleverwantyouthereisnopointtostayalivebecauseyouwillneveramounttoanythingandyouareuglyuglyfatfatuglyuglyfatuglyhopelessuglyuglyfatfatfat and I sank to the floor crying, clutching this jagged piece of glass I was going to use to slit my wrists, to escape this hell, to die. And then, I don't know. I don't know why I didn't. Maybe someone called my name, maybe I thought there was something else that I wanted to do before I died, maybe there was a spark of hope somewhere inside me. I'll never know. And now, five years later, I am in that same place. I've come to a crossroads, and I don't know which path to choose. I know you can never go back, and you will never have another chance, and it's better to try and lose than to never have tried at all. If you fall, pick yourself up again. Time heals all wounds (but not really.) Lose your hunger, and you lose your way. Stay true to yourself. Don't let anyone tell you what to do or think. Don't change for anyone. Don't depend on anyone. Give and you'll receive. (These are all clichés, but there is truth in them.) Trust yourself. Trust your dreams, and chase them, no matter where they might take you. These are the things I've learnt. And yet.

My stomach is full of whiskey, painkillers and sleeping pills. There are fresh cuts on my thighs. I am here, but not really. I am disconnected. (My mind is arguing the pros and cons of living and there is nothing I can do about it. I am constantly at war with myself.)

And should I still be alive come morning, I will probably delete this.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

030; Oh, my love, you must be tired (of me).

Today I woke up and the sky was coloured dust and peach. Winter is all around, and inside of me. I grabbed my cigarettes and made myself a cup of tea and went back to bed to read poetry and listen to City & Colour.

Another mix for you.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

029; What she was wearing.

“This is my suicide dress,” she told him. “I only wear it on days when I’m afraid I might kill myself if I don’t wear it.”

“You’ve been wearing it every day since we met,” he said.

— Denver Butson

Today hasn't been a good day.
Or maybe it has, but either way,
It doesn't matter now.

A mix for you: it's a very very mad world.

028; Will we get out of this little hell?

There's a degree of difficulty in dealing with me.

I wish my moods wouldn't rise and fall so quickly; my world turns from pleasant to black in the matter of seconds. Like Jenny Lewis sings, The lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap. And all I can see is darkness. An infinite, starless night. And I wish to god I could tell him, I do, but I.. I can think of a hundred reasons not to. "He's busy" or "he'll get worried" or "I'd be bothering him". He says he accepts me, flaws and all, but there's only so much he can take. I flip so easily. I turn on myself. I fall. And everything hurts, and there's nothing anyone can do to make it better. I fall, and then I dig myself deeper and deeper, and I feel like maybe one of these days I'll fall out of a hole at the opposite corner of the world. And there's nothing I can do about it.

(And then Dallas sings that the blackness in my heart is a storm I can weather, and I curl up underneath my blankets, and cry myself to sleep.)

Songs I've been listening to a lot lately:
Little Hell by City & Colour
Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones
Wasted by Angus & Julia Stone
Li'l Red Riding Hood by Amanda Seyfried
You Will Miss Me When I Burn by Palace Brothers

Thursday, 15 December 2011

027; The people all call her Alaska.

Five things you will find if you open my bag:

1. Pack of cigarettes + lighter.
2. Ipod.
3. A book or two.
4. Wallet.
5. A pair of glasses.

Five things in my bedroom:

1. Books, books, books.
Pill boxes (I collect them.)
3. Clothes everywhere.
4. Bottled things.
5. Crystals and minerals.

Five things I want to do in my life:

1. Have the 'perfect' body.
2. Travel, see the US.
3. Meet all my best friends.
4. Be economically independent.
5. Write a book, or direct a film.

Five things that make me very happy:

1. Reading a good book (The Secret Garden, amongst others).
2. Drinking good wine with good friends.
3. Talking to my sisters.
4. Films and music.
5. Chocolate.

Five things I’m currently into:

1. The Sims Social (God help me.)
2. Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel.
3. The Chronicles of Narnia.
4. Blogspot and tumblr.
5. My bed.

Five things on my to-do list:
1. Get out of bed.
2. Get out of bed.
3. Clean my room.
4. Lose weight.
5. Buy christmas presents?

Five things some people may or may not know about you:

1. I'm asexual.
2. My favourite band is Led Zeppelin and I've named my favourite pair of boots after Robert Plant and Jimmy Page (They're called Plant and Page.)
3. Stephanie Says is my theme song.
4. I love cashew nuts.
5. Christmas is the worst time of my year.

026; Winter lives inside my bones.

It's funny; it's been a little less than a year since I last posted. Ten months, and I'm still in the same place. Three overdoses (not that I'm counting), fifty-something cuts, innumerable bruises, twenty-two pounds less, nine months worth of treatment, two white pills a day, another three psychologists, and a relationship later, here I am. Yours truly. (Sometimes I wonder if I'm stuck down here for good.)

But it's not all bad. Some days are better. Not a lot of them, unfortunately (especially not during winter), but at least it's something. I have someone. We've been together for two weeks now, but I've known him for eight years. Sometimes I curse him, a lot of the time I hate myself, but at the end of the day he says he's there, no matter what. He's a lot like me. I wrote this in my journal, "you're like the earth around which I revolve, constantly drawn to you as if you've got some gravitational pull on me, and some say your soul mate is only there to tear you apart and break your heart so new light can come in, and that's what you do to me, you destroy me but you lift me up, you bring out the best and the worst in me" and I hold to that. He makes me desperate, insane, anxious, but he also makes me smile. And that's gotta be worth something, right?

Anyway. I don't know why I'm writing this. I'm at an all-time low, but I'm having a good day, I'm lucid for once, and it's two am and I can't sleep. Amy's mixes and cigarettes are keeping me company. I think I might take the pink pills and read for a while until they kick in. I don't know.

This is my life.
Songs I've been listening to a lot lately:
Breathe Me by Sia
Stephanie Says by Emiliana Torrini
Winter Bones by Stars
Sister Winter by Sufjan Stevens
Chocolates & Cigarettes by Angus & Julia Stone

Thursday, 10 February 2011

025; Unfold me..

Psychiatric finally called back regarding the DBT treatment. I've been waiting for over a year now. I really need this, now more than ever, because I'm at my breaking point. Now I only have to stick it out for two more weeks.. Then the process will begin. At least there is a bit of hope.

Sindri, my oldest brother, comes down here this weekend; he's only staying briefly for a job interview, but it coincides with my birthday and I could really use the company. (I don't have any plans for my birthday--I see no reason to celebrate.)

Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah, I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Monday, 7 February 2011

024; you were always singing along..

You're using your headphones to drown out your mind.

I wish I could just sleep. I love that moment when you wake up and the bed is so cozy and the sun is shining in through the blinds and for a second, your troubles are gone, then you fall blissfully back asleep.

When I wake up again, it would be spring.

Songs I've been listening to a lot lately:
Wintering by Laura Gibson
My Head Never Sleeps by Lovers
Cold White Sheets/Empty Bed by Sea Oleena
Your Rocky Spine by Great Lake Swimmers
Fake Empire by The National

Monday, 31 January 2011

023; I kind of lost myself again..

My life is mundane and pointless; I get up late, eat and watch TV all day, then I go to bed, and repeat. I don't care much for the internet; my computer drives me crazy. I can't be bothered to read or take walks or even get dressed. I'm trying to re-decorate my room in the hope that it will make me happier. I have nothing that keeps me going, except the promise of spring.

I don't know what to do.

Sunday, 23 January 2011

022; Kill me now...

I feel as though I'm dying. This morning I had a hard time getting out of bed but I did because there was still sunlight, then as soon as the sun set, I slept some more. My body is tired and aching and it rejects everything. I've eaten but I couldn't keep any of it; I've thrown up so much tonight that it feels like something's ruptured inside my brain. My head hurts so much I can barely think. I'm just gonna pass out and sleep as much as I can tomorrow.

I don't think I can take this much longer...

(At least I'm losing weight.)

Thursday, 20 January 2011

021; A coma would be nice.

I'm in a slight frenzy; I've gone through so many moods today. Mostly depressed, but also sudden surges of creativity, bouts of hopelessness, paranoia, extreme exhaustion, then the need to do something productive (and actually doing it--and I did, I framed and hung my Amélie poster), a zombie-like state where I showered, ate and watched TV, and finally anxiety. Now I can't calm down, even though I've taken my meds and they should be kicking in. All I want to do is curl up in the sofa with a tub of Ben & Jerry's and a good film. But, I'm just going to get ready for bed, take a shot of Bailey's, smoke a cigarette, read some Siken, and try to sleep.

I don't know why, but I felt the urgent need to blog.

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

020; For never was a story of more woe...

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Yesterday I spent hours making icons and banners, and today I put them all up at my new LJ graphics community, os de verre. ♥ Definitely going to try to keep up with it, it's a good way to distract myself and *escape*, if only for a bit. I really want to get more creative again. Graphics are a good start.

I've been sleeping like 12 hours a day, and I really wish spring would come sooner, because winter is sucking the life out of me. I don't have much more to give.

I'm looking forward to Inspector Lewis tonight.

Songs I've been listening to a lot lately:
Frozen Floods by Lovers
Swansea by Joanna Newsom
Dagger by Emily Jane White
Rosary by Marissa Nadler
Breathe Me by Sia

Sunday, 16 January 2011

019; Come on, skinny love, just last the year..

By Amy. ♥

I had a pretty bad nosebleed earlier, just out of the blue. I got blood all over my shirt and the sink. Crazy. I haven't had a nosebleed in ages..

It actually felt kind of good. I like nosebleeds.

I should probably take it as a warning sign though.. I get them quite often when I'm really sick, as in when I'm at the end of my rope. Which, soon, I will be.
Can winter end already?

Saturday, 15 January 2011

018; Home, let me go home..

Oh, and I got my Wildfox sweater this week! It's the softest, coziest hoodie I've ever worn. Totally worth it.

I also ordered some books that I should be getting sometime next week.. Including a book on dream interpretation. Excited :)
And, an Amélie poster that I'm gonna frame and hang above my bed!

Today we made homemade lasagna and I'm so hungry I could die. Wish it was ready sooner! Lasagna is the best.

Songs I've been listening to a lot lately:
Devil's Waitin' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Close Every Valve to Your Bleeding Heart by Ha Ha Tonka
Not Your Year by The Weepies
Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Breathe Me by Sia

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

017; Out tonight.

Let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we are
And all the scars from the nevers and maybes die

Met up with some friends tonight, from the trade & catering course, just for a couple of drinks and some conversation. I haven't seen them in a while, since I had to quit the course quite abruptly. It was really nice, just what I needed!

I've been having strange dreams about Gideon.

Friday, 7 January 2011

016; I'm a troubled, troubled heart..

Ugh, today is just one of those days...

I don't know what to do myself; I just feel so hopeless and torn and tired and I wish that winter would be over already, I don't know how much more I can take. I'm having a hard time seeing the beauty in life, there are things I could be doing but I just cannot find the strength to, I don't even want to read, or watch Criminal Minds, I just want to not exist.

Can I just not exist, just for a while?

Songs I've been listening to a lot lately:
I Dreamed A Dream by Mandy Patinkin
Rosary by Marissa Nadler
Swansea by Joanna Newsom
Valium by Lisa Mitchell
Seven Years by Lovers

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

015; 森ガール

**mori girl**

**mori girl** by Alaska Lee.

Um so I'm pretty obsessed with Mori Girls at the moment. I've always loved Gothic Lolita, Harajuku and Japanese fashion in general, but oh my god.

"Mori in Japanese means "forest" and a Mori Girl (森ガール) is a girl who looks like she lives amongst cedar and pine trees. She's part Little Red Ridinghood (although she prefers dark blue, dark green or bordeaux brown to bright red), part Marie Antoinette pastoral fantasy, part Alice in Wonderland." (link)

It's like it was made for me! *___*

Today I did a bit of rearranging--like I draped the top part of my desk with tulle-like sheets instead of this orange scarf I had before, and I put some Hello Kitty stuff on top, along with my inspiration board. It looks much better.
Also I cleaned out my desk drawer, because it was full of shit from the last three years, but now it's pretty much clean. I found my Shiro Petto notebook hidden in there ^^ I also looked through all my drawers etc on the prowl for my Hello Kitty sticker album, and I finally found it! Happy.

I've also been hunting for a pink laptop and I have a few promising options--now the only thing is to find them in town D: My birthday is in little more than a month, and I simply have to get a laptop soon. Maybe it doesn't need to be pink.. (But I want one!)

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

014; Things I want.

† A bigger gap between my thighs.
Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov.
† A pair of Doc Martens.
Wildfox Couture skeleton hoodie.
† A rosary cross necklace.
A book on dream interpretation.
† A pink laptop.
† To learn French fluently.
† For winter to end.
† A black knit sweater.
A pink seven-day pillbox.
† My own apartment.
† A pack of Gauloises blondes.
† A friend to take pictures of.
† Strength and motivation.

I would also really like this:

013; Ghosts in the air I breathe..

For the last couple of nights, I've had this really odd feeling that I couldn't explain, but today I realized; I don't want to go to bed because I feel I might die if I do. My sleep has been almost frightening lately, I have a hard time getting to sleep (only the sound of his voice will eventually lull me to sleep), during the night I frequently wake up due to weird dreams, but in the morning it's as if I'm dead, or in a coma--nothing, not my alarm, mother, snow truck, nothing can wake me up. Some time after 1pm I usually come out of it, and always with a headache. The only thing I remember from my dreams are feelings of anxiety and unease.

I can't quite shake the feeling.
I would like to sleep, it's just that I'm afraid to. For whatever reason.

And I've been noticing more and more how I am always clenching my teeth. I've tried to stop, but I do it unconsciously.

These scars of mine are more than skin-deep
And there are ghosts in the air I breathe
And these ghosts will haunt your dreams
They'll taunt you in your sleep, saying,
"Oh, we know about the love you lost and need,
Hope's become a dirty secret you keep"
And you're always the dreamer, never the dream

Monday, 3 January 2011

012; Drink up, baby, stay up all night..

I bought this hoodie in worn-out black the other day--from Wildfox Couture! I've wanted one for ages and it was on sale after Christmas, so I decided to get it. It's probably the only Wildfox piece I'll ever buy and I think it'll be worth it. So excited for it to get here! ^____^

New Year's passed without too much significance. I still feel the same; but I have set some goals for myself, like I'm going to try to make this year different (not that it worked last year), and I will try to lose the weight I want (by summer), so I can finally strike that off my list of things I hate about myself.
Haven't really been up to much...I've barely left the house (except to buy chocolate and cigarettes). I've been taking some pictures with my disposable camera, my creativity has been surging but I don't have anyone to take pictures of/that can take my self-portraits for me. Joey leaves town really soon. I wish she wouldn't, but we've been talking about me maybe coming to visit her in London later on this year. That would be amazing. I miss London so much.

Songs I've been listening to a lot lately:
I Dreamed A Dream by Mandy Patinkin
The First Law of Thermodynamics by Lovers
Dreams by Fleetwood Mac
Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Between the Bars by Elliott Smith