Monday, November 22, 2010

writers block

I'm having a bad week. I'm suicidal. The thought of a gun to the head is relaxing. I can't write, even on this blog it takes an extra effort to write. Even the thought of going to see Jess tomorrow doesn't get me excited. I sit at the house working on the book, and nothing comes out good enough or even at all. I try to read and become even more depressed. I listen to music and cry because the singer killed himself. Not just Kurt Cobain. I watch stand up comedy and cry because the stand up comic died from OD of Heroin. Why can't I just OD. Days and nights are boring me to death. My friends are all far away. I'm getting the blues listening to Lead Belly.

This switch to Suboxone didn't make me cycle, it just through me into a deep dark depression. Not even a mania to enjoy first. The one upside to being bi polar and I miss out on that. Sure I might have a date that I met on the Internet, but who knows he might be a crazy serial killer. He's a stand up comic. He travels all the time, so I wouldn't be able to see him that much anyway. He has a job, but he losing it and will be moving back to Janesville, which is far away. So he has a car which means he can come visit me, but my parents house. Yeah sex will be so much fun while my parents sit in the next room knowing whats going on in there.

I need Heroin to live. At least Methadone, but Methadone made me fat. I have to remind myself that I'm going through all this to loose weight. Beauty is pain. Vanity is hellish. I'm doing all this to get a man to fall in love with. Why do men have to be such assholes an be such visual animals. I hate being ugly and fat. I hate myself and want to die.


the guy in the silk taffeta dress said...

Your a goodlooking girl.I dont understand your feelings but you seem like a very nice person.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Sorry you are depressed, Anna. It sucks.

Anna Grace said...

The guy in the silk dress,
Thanks for the compliments. Why aren't you one of my stalkers then? Do I expect too much?

Come pull me out of this thick fog of sadness. Class I don't even shower for anymore. Its hard for me to even go, but I do. I have to write through this or I would die.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Wish I could come spend some time with you. I have battled depression and it really sucks. I always just try and make it through the day, until I can get my ass back into bed at night and sleep it off. Maybe you could try that.

Love you, girl. Hang in there. It would hurt my heart if anything happened to you.


Anonymous said...

Goddammit, it just isn't as exciting when there's more than one stalker.

Shit, I don't like this competition.

I wish you'd get some self esteem Anna, and find a man who'll appreciate you for what you are and not what you look like.

There are a few of us out there, cause it's a bitch nowadays to find a girl who isn't a self centered, greedy, leaky little cunt.

-V for Vindictive

Gledwood said...

I know how you feel.
When I talk of suicidal feelings they are real. Maybe I sound like a dramaqueen, but when I say I have suicidal thoughts, suicidal thoughts is what I have.
Hang in there. And just remember, there's a hell of a difference between thinking and doing.
Take care, m'dear

Gledwood said...

I'm getting confused here. Did you do gear with Booty Call guy? It's really late anna, quarter to 6am, forgive my confusion.