I'm working on my memoirs. To be titled: Ecchi, A Tragedy
Today (2/04/08) is the one year anniversary of my accident. I sobbed in my mother's lap - like a little bitch - for three hours earlier this evening. I believe I managed to utter the words "Mama, make the pain go away."
My therapist always checks in with me, making sure I'm not suicidal. Do you know what I told her the last time I saw her? I said, "I wish I wanted to kill myself. If I did, I'd do it on the anniversary of that accident, and I'd leave a note explaining this: 'I died a year ago in that accident. This is just my physical death.'"
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let 'em go...
It's a big world we live in. If some of your friends turn out to be lame human beings and complete disappointments... fuck 'em. There are over 6.6 billion other people in this world.
Do you have an unusual talent that you are ridiculously proud of? If so, what is it, and why the smug look on your face?
Submitted by mo.
::slurp slurp::
How do you want 2008 to be different from 2007? What will you change or do differently?
Submitted by Becca-Pink.
Part 1. Honestly, I want just about everything in 2007 to be different than 2008. It was, by far, my absolute worst year. Mostly, I don't want to get into any serious auto accidents (during a dream vacation to Thailand with my dream guy at the start of our dream life together, no less) that turn my whole world upside down, causing me to lose just about everything (even myself and especially the few good things I had in this world to keep me hanging on), and leaving me physically damaged forever and emotionally traumatized for the-Devil-only-who-knows-how-long.
Part 2. I will never ride a scooter without a helmet again. Ever. It's a lifelong change, not just an '07 change. Because there is a softer side of me, I guess I'll also throw in that I'll try to deal with my anger issues differently this year, and hopefully be more productive in gluing the pieces of my life back together. Oh, and I'm also not going to be so giving of myself to people who take me forgranted and don't reciprocate my time and energy in a positive way.
I could elaborate on all of this (oh, could I elaborate), but it would turn into an autobiography. A very long, and in depth one, at that. And I'm still trying to catch my damn breath after being virtually fucked in the ass last year.
What are you saving up for?
Submitted by Star.
A lobotomy. I'm just waiting for one to show up on Ebay.
Show us a photo that makes you cringe.
This photo was taken after I stubbed my toe on uneven steps while I was lugging my heavy luggage into a hotel in Taipei. It hurt like motherf%$@#ing hell, but I was in a rush to check in so I didn't bother looking at it. I figured I'd just stubbed it pretty badly.
Then, as I was at the front desk, I noticed my foot felt kinda wet... and it was. Wet with blood... standing in my own little puddle of it. Lovely, just lovely. I cringe because I remember the immense pain I was in. I cringe because I can't forget the shock of seeing myself bleed that much. Unfortunately, this photo doesn't quite do it justice, but it'll give you some sort of an idea.
G'morning, folks.
What are five words you really like?
Submitted by purplesque.
- feral
- enigmatic
- surreptitiously
- tangible
- enamored
There are only two Caramacs (milk chocolate covered caramel & macadamias) left in the box. If I eat the last two, I will have eaten the entire box. And we can't have that (for psychological reasons alone).
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