I heard some pretty awful news today.
Early on Wednesday/Thursday morning, a group of ladies found a man hanging from a tree, in the forest at Cockington.
I mean, first of all, it's devastating that someone would ever think that there was no way out of a bad situation. No matter how desperate one's situation gets, suicide is never the answer. Secondly, how traumatic for the women that found him. It's so, so horrible that this man was so desperate, so awfully depressed ... nobody talked to him or tried to comfort him, and he didn't ask for help. Absolutely terrible way to die, may he rest in peace.
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Saturday, 16 October 2010
Sunday, 10 October 2010
haha I keep getting recurring dreams!
Here's one I had last night.
Me and mum were driving across a rope bridge over a lake ... unsurprisingly, we drove into a lake and drowned.
I got home and saw Tim Minchin was already there. We cuddled up and I started playing with his hair. Then I opened this mini-fridge and pulled out a corn cob, and he said "Leave that sweetcorn please, it's my supper" so I put it back. He got up and left, angry that I'd tried to eat his supper. I started crying and screaming that I was sorry, but he ignored me. Then, some time later, when I was on the loo, still crying, I heard him outside singing "5 poofs and 2 pianos" and saying "I hope this is where you live, because I love ya!". For some reason, I was having the longest piss ever, and when I'd finally finished, I ran downstairs, threw the door open ... and he wasn't there.
Then I ended up at Newton train station. I got the train to Teignmouth, then got out and had to walk across the water to a campsite. There, I put up a tent that was on the outskirts of Plymouth (there was a harbour separating Teignmouth from Plymouth.. xD). Then my ex(who was a giant) fingered my best friend. She turned to me and went "He's good ain't he?" then I said "I need a wee" so Richard and me swam across the harbour and went to this weird market thing, where it said the toilets were, but they actually weren't there.
Me and mum found a skanky toilet and I went, and then we jogged down into Cockington Court into these country lanes... I was wearing high heels. Then my mum turned into my dad, and I got to this place, it's the SAME FUCKING PLACE I ALWAYS DREAM ABOUT it's so weird. I ran ahead off my dad because he got talking to a boy with Downs Syndrome. I jogged past a bunch of X Factor rejects and onto Paignton seafront. I saw Jeremy but he kept disappearing.
All in all, very fucking weird.
Me and mum were driving across a rope bridge over a lake ... unsurprisingly, we drove into a lake and drowned.
I got home and saw Tim Minchin was already there. We cuddled up and I started playing with his hair. Then I opened this mini-fridge and pulled out a corn cob, and he said "Leave that sweetcorn please, it's my supper" so I put it back. He got up and left, angry that I'd tried to eat his supper. I started crying and screaming that I was sorry, but he ignored me. Then, some time later, when I was on the loo, still crying, I heard him outside singing "5 poofs and 2 pianos" and saying "I hope this is where you live, because I love ya!". For some reason, I was having the longest piss ever, and when I'd finally finished, I ran downstairs, threw the door open ... and he wasn't there.
Then I ended up at Newton train station. I got the train to Teignmouth, then got out and had to walk across the water to a campsite. There, I put up a tent that was on the outskirts of Plymouth (there was a harbour separating Teignmouth from Plymouth.. xD). Then my ex(who was a giant) fingered my best friend. She turned to me and went "He's good ain't he?" then I said "I need a wee" so Richard and me swam across the harbour and went to this weird market thing, where it said the toilets were, but they actually weren't there.
Me and mum found a skanky toilet and I went, and then we jogged down into Cockington Court into these country lanes... I was wearing high heels. Then my mum turned into my dad, and I got to this place, it's the SAME FUCKING PLACE I ALWAYS DREAM ABOUT it's so weird. I ran ahead off my dad because he got talking to a boy with Downs Syndrome. I jogged past a bunch of X Factor rejects and onto Paignton seafront. I saw Jeremy but he kept disappearing.
All in all, very fucking weird.
Monday, 4 October 2010
pretty low right now.
I can't be fucked with anything. My positive attitudes have disappeared completely, I am lazy, moody and I basically loathe the direction things have taken. In short, everything has gone tits up.
Quitting smoking is the hardest thing I've ever done. This is my fourth day and I can't stand it. I can't wait to be free from nicotine but I am absolutely miserable without smoking. I am so weak.
I'm hopelessly head-over-heels in love with someone, but he's a complete cunt. I know I can never have him, but he's the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before I go to bed. I love him. That's that.
I'm in a total rut of misery and depression and apathy and every other negative emotion you could probably think of. I hate this. I hate me.
I can't be fucked with anything. My positive attitudes have disappeared completely, I am lazy, moody and I basically loathe the direction things have taken. In short, everything has gone tits up.
Quitting smoking is the hardest thing I've ever done. This is my fourth day and I can't stand it. I can't wait to be free from nicotine but I am absolutely miserable without smoking. I am so weak.
I'm hopelessly head-over-heels in love with someone, but he's a complete cunt. I know I can never have him, but he's the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before I go to bed. I love him. That's that.
I'm in a total rut of misery and depression and apathy and every other negative emotion you could probably think of. I hate this. I hate me.
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