Angelish. Archive copy of various online journals held at various places dating from 2000 to 2003.
Read with caution – this is generally a dark self-analysis.
wow. It’s been a while, huh? I guess you could say that I’ve been around, just not posting here. I’ve been updating in my livejournal …
this diary is going into pause-mode.. don’t fret, i’ll be back eventually. it’s just that i won’t have access for a while, so it’s better …
so i’m going through the process of deciding what i’m doing with my life, where i’m living, who i’m living there with, where i’ll be …
past is past but it still semi-haunts. bad dreams of times past and little residual effects (which could be far worse than they are, but …
somewhere along the line (at a specific time, brought about by a specific event), i dropped into a place i didn’t/don’t want to be. i …
don’t know where i am.. i turn around for a second and things are missing, people look different, and whatever people are there are acting …
wandering around, lost and feeling separate, but not alone. time and i have an odd relationship. he lets me know that i can’t have as …
hoo boy. what a week… my apologies for the lack of updates, but frankly, i haven’t even checked my email since i last updated here. …
note to duck, M, k, and t : this is not to/about any of you.. (i know it may seem like it, but it’s not.. …
saturday night and feeling slightly out of sorts and needing space, time to myself. parents visiting aunt and uncle, princess out at a gallery opening …
(or, “I couldn’t think of a better title..”) couldn’t sleep last night… if i wasn’t so damn tired i would have gotten up and done …
tangent brain and aching shoulder. nothing sensical to make of the world, no decent train of thought to even find sense if it was there.. …
shaking. no real reason. nervous, nothing known, nothing unknown. nothing i can adequately explain. Empty. self-analytical/critical – morbidly so. sensitive. fed up with everything/one – …
something brought back something, a something i wanted nothing more to do with, but it came, bit me on the ankle, i have nothing i …
i think.. no, i know there has to be something behind pollywaffle’s behaviour of late.. but, truth is, i’m not game to confront it.. it’s …
spent the day on edge, waiting for Kim-Ann to say something, waiting for David to say something, waiting for the phone to ring. David was …
puppy palace with Myles and Toni after venting about Kim-Ann’s bitch-trick of wednesday night.. what planet she’s from, i don’t know, but it seems she …
scrawled in a notebook, 2am last night, attempting to get over the last of the filming..
ebola. (take me on, take me down).(pandora’s box).
Take me to an ugly place,
let me be your one disgrace.
Time flies and you mix and mingle,
lost and yet, not even single.
I’m blessed but tempted,
hiding somewhere,
shuddering, shaking,
fearing, nearing,
can’t stop hearing,
open season,
haunted, hunted,
ghosts and demons,
found. confronted.
friday flashing lights music red velvet wallpaper and red carpet and comfy red armchairs and talking and talking and Clayton. moments. moments of wondering moments …
i know i’m somewhere around here. i was here the other day, i’m sure.. and i know i won’t be here tomorrow, or for the …
