memoirs from the other side of joy

i am a prisoner in my home

I am a prisoner in my blood

I am a prisoner  in my heart

I am my warden my victim my cage

I am my defence and persecution 

I am my jury

I am my only partner

my only one

i am in an abusive relationship with my self

and i love you

and i hate you

and i could kill you

but i just want us to live


dont trust anyone who constantly bitches about people who consider them friends - you are not the consideration.

a person who does so with a second face is always the second face even when they are with you

enough of them

enough of negativity

fuck that asshole


To anybody out there

This blog is borderline inactive - i post now on my art archive http://stelliani.tumblr.com

its a secondary account though so… thats annoying

x



i feel dead inside and the tragedy is I’m still here

kenaz laguz Nauthiz Ihwaz Berkano Mannaz Ingwaz


you guys (are there any of you anyway?) I’m actually back on Facebook this is happening

This woman on my train is read a novel called “the most beautiful book in the world” and she’s using those ebook devices as her bookmark


The worst part about mental illness is that everyone eventually gets sick of your problem and stops caring about it completely

(via emptyfloorboards)


The lowest point: when the person who is suppose to care about you no matter what, stops.

i dont wanna do work i wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Hi, I don’t know, is anyone there? I sorta/maybe/kinda have a new blog - its for Art school but thats where I’m posting most of the time now. If anyone is listening or cares you should go there. Problem is its a secondary account so I can’t abandon this one - that and I’m attached.

here:

stelliani.tumblr.com



I am not emotionally connected with anyone and yet I have so many emotional connections with myself that all I do is sleep to stop the buzz.