vendetta, my apologies &;

[(aurora) of the problematique]

I think there is something else inside me, something darker, more volatile, and less protective than Bloodmoon. Something is roiling deep inside, sucking up my depression, rage, irritability, lethargy, annoyances, basically everything, and then vomitting them up at the most ungodly time. Nothing is helping me. My grandparents--my whole f**k**g family--just feeds this monster. Then I have a brief relief, my love, my friends, before I am dragged back to the cold abyss. I go on here or my other sites, only to become angry and hateful at every single fault I see no matter how big or small. I'm like a diseased creature. Nothing. Is. Working. I need...I need something, someone to help me.

He would be devastated if I took the road his father took.

I don't know what to do. Life is so pointless right now. I'm the walking dead.

How odd that Her Portrait in Black would turn on. Oh, how I love thee, my fair Atreyu.

My point is this. Please leave me be for now until I recover. My posting has suffered ever since I came home from the Navy. My...personality issues have become worse, though it's probably due to my environment. I've tried burying myself in admin work to get my mind of the horrors of my life, but I find that I cannot focus. If you have something stupid to say to me, you better not post it because I might just be so pissed off that I'll go postal and delete your account, okay?

If I'm not needed, just continue threads without me. I need to dig myself out this pit or else let myself wallow.

I wonder if they'll let me go back to a psychiatrist. I think they need to give me my medication. Wait. I might have some lithium from way back.

moods ; miserable, psychopathic, manic
currently listening ; almost easy - avenged sevenfold

[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

From what I got out of that, I think everyone would say that you deserve some time off, Aurrie. Help yourself deal with real life. We'll be here whenever you come back.