My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Kelly looks to the door, and waits.

aka the episode in which Jonny reaches directly into my brain, grabs onto my worst fear, and turns it into the perfect three sentences to obliterate me in one shot

Some of you were never freaks against your will and it fucking shows.

anybody else in here feel like they're constantly and involuntarily calculating their every thought and action. and doing it wrong

Foggy breaths and clouded minds,

Take a pull and close your eyes,

Take my head and make it dead

Vex the vultures, fool the flies

Fill my lungs til my body's cold

Sell myself for some liquid gold

Remove the logic, keep the sense

Am I alone? My muscles tense

Meaning dissolves in front of me

Do I seek peace or recompense?

Am I in prison or am I free?

I'm just paranoid, or so I'm told,

Buried in clouds of liquid gold

...

"Liquid Gold" by Salem Eirny

Out of Mind

rotting

I’ve had a rough day today. Pretty much everything that could go wrong has. I’m both severely depressed and manic and it’s fluctuating rapidly. People are getting fed up with me and I am trying so fucking hard to be positive and put back positive energy into the world. I know you can’t please everyone but I still want to so badly and I don’t know how to turn it off. I am at the end of my fucking rope. Everyone I know keeps trying to hospitalize me. Not sure exactly what they think that will solve. Like they’d keep me from killing myself but then what??? Change my meds? What has that ever helped? Current events are eviscerating me. My classes just pile up the work and like some mindless good little cog in the machine I do it all and like beg for approval? From people I barely respect too. It makes me sick the whole thing. Everything. How is anyone supposed to thrive under these conditions? Especially as a severely mentally Ill person? And I know I have privileges in some ways that people dream of and work their whole lives to have and what do I do with them? Nothing. Complain. Write vent posts on a stupid fucking blog that no one even reads.

I don’t believe in God, haven’t since I was like 12, but there is a part of me that wishes he/she/they is real so I could hold them accountable for all the suffering they have either directly caused or let happen. Like there could finally be someone to blame and shake by the shoulders and scream every grievance I have. But I don’t believe that. I don’t think I ever will. If God has a body it is a bolt of lightning that strikes me down for being the sinner that I always thought I was in one fell swoop, instantly fried. No pain, just punishment. Divine judgement? Wrath? I wouldn’t care. I’d just be at peace. Then things would at least make sense!

I hope there’s no such thing as heaven or hell or whatever the fuck Jews believe the world will be like when the messiah comes. I hope there is no divine resurrection of my soul. I pray for quiet and for nothingness. If God were to choose to answer just one prayer I’ve ever uttered it would be for me to experience silence. But the universe is big and empty and silent itself I am a speck of dust. Maybe there is comfort in there somewhere, but I don’t feel it. I’ve never felt it.

Sorry if this made no sense but I’m manic again and this is the most I’ve written in days. I hope that some day soon something good happens like I fall in love or complete a creative project I’ve been working on for ages, but for now I can barely get the fuck out of my bed. Somewhere deep inside of me is a meadow full of flowers. I hope I find it soon. I am getting lost among everything else.

Fallen priest Dark (full image hidden)

Calm down. Breathe. Try again. Easy. Take it easy. Try to show yourself some kindness.