"I'm saving all my secrets for a deaf man" -Girl in a Coma (aka amazing!

"Sophie.What's wrong sweetie? Why are you doing these things to yourself?" my mother pleaded as I lay in my hospital bed whimpering. Someone found me and brought me back to my room. I had bad frost bite and the tip of my middle finger on my right hand had to be cut off. I was scared. I knew they were going to send me away. "Sometimes I just wonder whats running through your mind. Are you doing this for attention? I mean what is it?" my mom is yelling. I'm crazy. Or at least they think I am. My p… Continue

"No. We will not send our daughter away to some nut house!" "Please Mrs.Hartver. She will not be in a nuthouse. She will be in good hands. The facility has a room for her. There will be professionals on staff to help her recover." "From what? Huh? Whats wrong with her? She was coughing up blood, dammit! Its not her fault! You cannot blame this medical problem on her!" "But its her fault that she is as sick as she is? Look at her! Attacking that boy!"
My mother was defending me. I never th… Continue

I open my eyes. I sit up. I'm in my tent. There are millions of bottles of wine around me. My skin is dirty and my tongue is parched. My vision is shaky and like an old movie. I'm wearing a white dress. It's torn and covered in blood. I feel no wounds. There is a knife in my hand and cuts on my legs. Blood is dried and running down seeping between my toes. I crawl out of the tent. I don't have the energy to stand. There he is. Standing there. He is holding a rose and there is a baby carriage beh… Continue

Rule of Life: Never ever ever trust anyone. Its pointless to rely on someone else. Everyone is always relying on someone else. It is impossible for humans to live alone, they eventually go crazy and murder someone. With the exception of myself. I would just sit alone all day and cut and cry. Cutting is sweet pain. You have to be able to trick yourself very well to be a cutter. You must convince yourself that if you cause yourself pain, it will feel good and make everything better. Lies. Another… Continue

Shatter. Everything is shattering. Why can't I run away? Why can't I do a lot of the things I want to do? My feet sink into the wet marshy grossness of Stratford in the spring, when the snow melts and makes mud. My toes grow long and turn into roots, entwined deep into the ground. I can't move. I can't even fall. My spine turns hard. I'm a tree. An unhappy tree. I refuse to provide a home to animals and to protect people from the sun with my leaves. I'm an angry tree. Furious. I hear some… Continue