Monthly Archives: April 2013

LG, My Dear.

First off, huge thank you’s to everyone who’s been following my blog, whether regularly or sporadically. Much appreciated. For those of you fellow bloggers, I haven’t been able to check up on yours yet, due to, well, all the shit … Continue reading

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Grey Saturday.

Bipolar, rapid cycling. That makes much more sense than depression. It’s not the most accurate, still, but it’s closer. Maybe bipolar, with very mild hypomania. Mostly depression, with little blips of something a bit wilder. Wild, I’ve been using that … Continue reading

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Slack Thursday

Nina Simone. I want to sing. Beautifully.¬† I am very lost. Waldeinsamkeit. The feeling of being lost in the woods, alone. This is similar to that, I imagine. It’s like, I just don’t work anymore. I’m malfunctioning software. Maybe I’m … Continue reading

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Senseless

I am being eaten alive by various forms of angst. It is almost fungal. I am grateful for my lack of toe-nail fungus. For any and all kinds of fungus. I am grateful for many¬† things, yet here I am, … Continue reading

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Fatigue.

I suddenly feel as heavy as rain. Rain is so heavy that it must fall. It’s 6:15pm and I could probably go to sleep. I have emotional problems. I don’t believe in taking medication for that. I believe in communicating, … Continue reading

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Another Sunday.

A Sunday morning. Ate Cherrioes. Started season three of Friends. Put on make up. I look rather nice. Put on jeggings. I am craving food, though I am not hungry, though I will be hungry soon. Why are these things … Continue reading

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A Day.

I finally visited Kensington Market. Lovely, vibrant, though less crowded than I had anticipated, and not as large, though that’s no problem. Toronto is a great city, she is full of life, of art, of artistic happenings. She is where … Continue reading

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Unwound.

It seems I was speaking too soon. One week of chaos, one almost-week of peace, and then again, chaos. Second hospitalization in under two months. Dear me, the rabbit hole is deeper than I’d have guessed. It always is, isn’t … Continue reading

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