I sit here with a knife on my wrist wondering how deep to cut. everything i seem to do turns bad. I feel like my soul is drifting away from my body and the insanity rises. i feel like i am loosing the plot so fast i cant remember what it was like to be normal. I would do anything in the world to make my problems stop just so i can get 1 decent night sleep. its not too much to ask for,. I am not very good at talking on these blogs so i just say how i feel at the time.

Blog for the before during and after of the Teesside High School Travels. Wednesday, 21 October 2009. Is now launched at school. 8226; Stunning scenery and wildlife of the Rift Valley lakes. See reception or Mrs Kirk for details. Thursday, 23 July 2009. Its a plug thing with electric trickery. All back safe and sound.

Whence comes a book? Whence comes a book? Just a sole, lone clue inside the cover. The first snow of winter just enough to bend the leaves of faded daffodils. A Snyder line, I assume. The origin, it seems, a story of love. And now forty and a half years on. A half forgotten store of Mexico. And in the elapse of forty years.

A normal account of normal events. I posted once before about the first psychiatrist. 8211; excluded me from ADHD.

My philosophical and spiritual contemplations and meditations. It has been a long time since I have posted here; I have left this blog alone for quite a while. I know how my schizoaffective disorder started. Kundalini Awakening by John Selby.