help me please. it hurts. i thought he could never, i thought he would never do this to me again but tonight he did. and i feel the pain gnawing in the heart i thought was dead. and i wish someone, anyone, would make it go away and i realised that there's no one.

but there are worse things than being alone.
it's being with yourself and the person you've become.
it's realising that tonight you'll be sleeping by yourself with an ache in your heart,
and you'll be sleeping with the enemy.

save your excuses

i'm not stupid. i wasn't born yesterday. i do realise however that i have a problem and it's that of an over-amplified sense of my worth to the people around me. having said that the next time you don't call or write or arrange to meet please don't tell me it's cause you've been busy cause we both know that's bullshit. tell me it's cause i'm not high enough on your priority list for you to squeeze into your schedule. i'm a big girl, i can take it. having said that, have a nice weekend you all, users and abusers.

Afterall,
"the best mind-altering drug is the truth."

ship ahoy!

they're both back from their faraway wanders; my anchor and my sail. and now my life is complete again. and since it isn't so often that this happens, i shall bask and gloat and float... cause you see, now my ship is whole and i can once again sail the seven seas without my usual fear of glitches.

i've had enough of weak sails that get torn to shreds at the slightest hint of a storm or anchors with weak chains that break when the waters get choppy. i've had enough of fairweather fellowship and summercamp sisterhood.

ship ahoy! and off i go, with my anchor secured, my ever dependable mast strong, sturdy and always up for an escapade and my sail bravely catching the winds and taking me to where no man has gone before for adventures untold.



"My name is Christopher Columbus but you can call me Chris. I came to claim in the name of Spain. My chief navigator was a Moor. You remember the Moors conquering. They can move any mountain."