"AND THEN IT WAS....what day is it again?" "Mon-" "MONDAY! >:D" " -.-' "

I'M FUCKIN SICK OF BEIN DEPRESSED. >:( When I'm depressed, I gorge myself on just about anything that will fit in my mouth thats been deemed "eatable." When I'm depressed, My Face doesnt stay on, I have to put it on every hour or so. IT HAS TO STOP. And it may be my good fortune that my mother found a new psych doctor for me, so I can start taking my meds for the first time since I left the hospital last summer. I know, I know, "Dont start and stop taking your meds, it fucks up yer head an it stops working altogether." Well, I didnt start and stop, I stopped. No herky-jerky on-and-off shennanigans. As soon as I got my previous refil, I stopped, because I didnt know when I was going to get more. And, had I continued taking them, I would have had to start and stop. I picked the lesser of two evils. Although, it may just have been my chronic selective hearing. Considering my mother's track record, this is probably the case. In any case, I have to talk to her about it. AGAIN. I swear, that woman needs to learn how to listen when people talk to her. -_-'

At any rate, I'm tired of talking about it.

This piece is kinda old-ish, but I liek it, so I posted it. DEAL WITH IT. :D

Banshee

I sit here, chained in the darkness, in the middle of a ring of people. People I knew. People I trusted. People I opened my heart to. People I went so far as to call my Brothers. All facing away from me. A ring of Betrayal. I've been here sooo long, I've given up crying out to them. They wont turn around. They never do. The chains gripping tighter, tighter, untill everything vanishes into the darkness. And from the dark, empty space, a scream rings out. A scream drowning in Dispair, empty with Loneliness, and ice cold with Rage. Yet I feel nothing, deep, dark, hungry nothing. Destined to wander, forever empty, forever in darkness, forever alone.