bulimia

bulimia 7 months and still my eyes suffer from bulimia.

Mariana - Lord Alfred Tennyson

Mariana by Lord Alfred Tennyson
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven,
Either at morn or eventide.
After the flitting of the bats,
When thickest dark did trance the sky,
She drew her casement-curtain by,
And glanced athwart the glooming flats.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

Upon the middle of the night,
Waking she heard the night-fowl crow:
The cock sung out an hour ere light:
From the dark fen the oxen's low
Came to her: without hope of change,
In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn,
Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn
About the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "The day is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

About a stone-cast from the wall
A sluice with blacken'd waters slept,
And o'er it many, round and small,
The cluster'd marish-mosses crept.
Hard by a poplar shook alway,
All silver-green with gnarled bark:
For leagues no other tree did mark
The level waste, the rounding gray.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

And ever when the moon was low,
And the shrill winds were up and away
In the white curtain, to and fro,
She saw the gusty shadow sway.
But when the moon was very low,
And wild winds bound within their cell,
The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.
She only said, "The night is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,
Or from the crevice peer'd about.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors,
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices call'd her from without.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,
The slow clock ticking, and the sound
Which to the wooing wind aloof
The poplar made, did all confound
Her sense; but most she loath'd the hour
When the thick-moted sunbeam lay
Athwart the chambers, and the day
Was sloping toward his western bower.
Then, said she, "I am very dreary,
He will not come," she said;
She wept, "I am aweary, aweary,
O God, that I were dead!"


I would have never thought that my life be a reflection of a poem written in 1830.
Though this was preceded by another Mariana, in 1603, in Shakespeare's play Measure for Measure. It is nice that my fortune has been foretold by great writers like these.

i want it to stop

Hurting. It has been 6 months and there hasn't been a day I've been able to be happy. I have never felt so incomplete. Maybe if I would have never felt complete this would not still hurt. I can't talk to anyone about this, because when I have the response I get is that time will help and I will heal, or best of all that he was not worth it. Truth is, he was worth it, he was worth trusting; now he's not around to trust. Most gave it 6 months for me to stop being morose. I feel worse than ever, I feel like a wasteland. I feel that not even if he'd want to I'd be able to go back to him, merely because he was worth it, and he has shown me the worst of myself, and the best. The miserable part that I have not felt since adolescence and the innocence and trust I have not felt since childhood. If it were not enough to know that I won't be able to care for anyone else, I feel destined to walk miserably on this earth for what seems an eternity, LONELY.

though it is funny that I still have some hope that he would want to come back to me. I am hysterical.

Incomplete

Hysteric by YYY


No Longer No Longer
What You Ask
Strange Steps
Heels Turned Black
The cinders the cinders
They light the path
Of these strange steps
Take us back take us back


Flow sweetly hang heavy
You suddenly complete me
You suddenly complete me
Flow sweetly hang heavy
You suddenly complete me
You suddenly complete me

Oh oh aaayyy
Oh oh ayyee
Hysteric
Oh oh aaayyy
Oh oh ayeee
Hysterical


No wonder no wonder,
Other half, strange steps
Heels turned black.
The cinders they splinter
And light the path
These strange steps
Trace us back trace us back

Flow sweetly hang heavy
You suddenly complete me
You suddenly complete me
Flow sweetly hang heavy
You suddenly complete me
You suddenly complete me

Hysteric
Hysteric
Hysteric
Hysteric
Hysteric
Hysterical.

Cyanide made me HAPPY!!!

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net


Glad that some Cyanide was able to make me smile today... Hopefully I can find more smiles soon.

Silence

When I think about you, sometimes I wake up crying. .. and I cant remember if I miss you or if I am afraid of you... and that scares me.

Don't know who said it first. So, I'm guessing anonymous.

IM - Drive away my heart

Lyrics to Drive Away My Heart :
Fear is no longer in time
Fear is no longer hanging around
You should capture my view
Cause I dont wan't nothing else but you

You can treat me like you please
Baby it's okay with me
Leave me bleeding on the floor
From my heart
From my hearts core

Oh drive away my heart tonight
Cause it is no longer mine
Oh drive away my heart tonight
cause its no longer mine

I wanna give you love
I wanna show you love
And so love will be my grave
Love will be my grave


Oh drive away my heart tonight
You see it is no longer mine
Oh drive away my heart tonight
Cause its no longer mine

Oh drive away my heart tonight
You see it is no longer mine
Oh drive away my heart tonight
Cause its no longer mine

It's no longer mine

It's no longer, mine


It does make me melancholic knowing that I don't have a heart anymore. I have a passion for my work, for my school, for learning and the small things; like viewing parasaillers in the horizon, and sunsets that make the sky look upside down, but I don't have a heart any more. No blood to give to this world. It has been drained, beat and taken away. The only person that can give it back won't or can't find it in him to give me a little wiggle room. All I can do is learn to live without it.

sniff

i miss me.