WTF.

What the fuck is wrong with me?



Inspiring Quote.

So very true ♥

For all those fellow sufferers.

We can beat this.

Happened Again.

It's happened again.

For fuck sake.

Pills through the post.

Ones I can't remember buying.

I hate dissociation.

It fucks with your head.

Don't mind getting the pills.

But I just want to be aware of what I'm doing.

Getting Worse.

It's getting worse.

My cutting I mean.

Seven fucking stitches.

Why do they think I'm okay.

Even I know I'm not.

Trapt.

Trapped in three different worlds.

Flashing back to the rape.

The vampires voices.

And reality.

Actually four.

The dissociative one.



Not Wanted.

Voluntary work cancelled again.

This is the fourth time now.

They don't even have the decency to let me know.

Or answer my fifty million calls.

I'm trying to do something positive but it still goes to shit.

Why do I bother anymore.

So want to overdose.

Raging.

Hayleys & My Creations.

Shes going through a tough time.

A bit of expressive creativity seemed to help.

I'd suggest trying it sometime.

Photo Love.

Heart shaped photo collage inspired by miss frankie.

Inspiring Creativity.

Franks and my nightly creations.

Doctors Trip.

So I'm going to the doctors tomorrow.

Trying to get some help.

For the amount of benzos I take.

And how much I drink.

Wonder how that will go.

Three Musketeers.

Franks, Me & Hay.

We are officially the three musketeers.

Was a chilled night out.

Franks Masterpiece.

My flat needed an up lift.

And a bit of personalising.

So Frankies my new interior designer.

Not that she knows it yet...aha.



Hell.

I'll end up going to hell.

I'm pretty sure of that.

Maybe I'm already in it.

Disrespectful Twats.

Don't know what the actual point is.

I mean really.

They don't give a shit.

Don't want to help me.

That was quite clear.

Let me down once again.

As per usual.

Why do I ever get my hopes up.

Fucking disrespectful incompetant twats.