but the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fucking cheap
and it teases you for weeks in its absence.


Im tired of feeling like this.
I wish i didnt feel like crying everyday. The thought of being able to have some freedom seems so far away. God i love my children. Theyre all i seem to have. I let a monster take control. Do i slay it? Do i compromise? Fuck fuck fuck.. Apparently my threats are empty. Apparently im ment for heartache.

Im my own worst enemy. What did i get myself into? My eyes burn.

You could see me bleeding, you could not put pressure on the wound...
You only think about yourself, you only think about yourself.. You better bend before i go on, on that first train to mexico.

Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com

for some reason i never update anymore. its weird because livejournal used to be one of the constants in my life, as strange as that sounds.
you should add me on
flickr.com/photos/hilldawg
or
croire.tumblr.com

i tend to update those more regularly, but im going to try to do lj more often.

in other news

yesterday, december 1st, i applied to the photo conservatory. it is also the last month of my 365 project.
i think this is one of the best things i've ever done.
this is my portfolio. a lot of these pictures are part of my 365, and its exciting to realize what an impact this has actually made on my life. a year is a long time.

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