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Depression is catching, Spreads like a mold. I silence my head, I do what I'm told. This has become My only life- The role of empty-headed, Servile little wife. My energy drained. My spirit been sold. I've never felt so old, Pale and cold. |
Dam*it. You have a knack for bringing out jealousy of your expression and the urge to hug you at the same time lately. I love the first two lines, and that you used a fungus in them to make the analogy, it's very expressive of the perspective you seem to have gained of late. I think you need to get away from everyone but yourself for a week and try to get back to you, before you wind up hating him for taking you away from yourself. I know I did for a while, even though he didn't and it was freely given, it just leads to loathing and sorrow. Please, please, take some you-time, Victoria. :P| Posted on 2008-08-21 00:00:00 | by brokenmuse | [ Reply to This ] | |