Tuesday, March 31, 2009


Almost a year now.

To go back to where I was, would be to die. April 2nd.. a day to choose life.

I still hold anger in my heart. For those that just couldn't... deal.
Letting go was never my strong suit.
"Don't you think the joker laughs at you?" - I am the Walrus

Stubborn Kate, its your energy getting wasted. Survive and push...

For an attention whore, I'm good.
Still off work, on disability.. regular visits with the shrink.. therapist. Medication difficulties...
body rejecting mind altering.
How stupid do you feel now?

You are not welcome here...
You must go now....
It awaits.. right out my window.
Push the dark man...
down..down.....
out...out.....
The stairs are clear.

Finally.
This isn't about attention.
This isn't about blame.
This isn't about you.

This is your death.. and the death of those that inspire such darkness.

"Fourteen million miles away from sane" - Blue October


Down this hallway lies..
A way out.



Beneath these layers...
an itch.



Crazy?