The 'it' girl

I will post again today...but just want to say hello and issue my disclaimer..
I think it,feel it, see it, desire it, and fustrated by it, hurt by it, love it...what ever the "IT" maybe...I will write about it. I write another blog..and most recently I realised myself editting was removing the spirit and honesty behind some of my blogs. Scared which mother fucker might read it and realise I might not be as 'balanced' as I externally appear. I guess in some ways I am balanced, but in many I most definetly am not. This blog..is my chance to explore..challenge..analysis..express the voice in my head. It's a place I can write freely..like when I was a kid and kept a diary..before my mother took it apon herself to read, it an discovered I reffered to her as 'germs inc', and had been felt up by boys. I was 12 and reading far too much Judy Blume.

I'm excited..I'm forever writing in my head. Now I want to be read...I want to share and see if people feel the same as I do...or if I am on a straight road to Maudsley mental hospital, dont pass go and don't collect two hundred pounds. This is a place of freedom for me. No censorship, or giving a monkeys about what anyone thinks. So let the fun and games commence. I'm sure "there'll be tears before bedtime".
Welcome to my warped..neurotic..marginally self obsessed, world.x

pissed right off

After much faffing about trying to add a picture to a post I had heart breaking written. I inadvertedly pressed "delete"

Shit, fuck, shit, fuck

the whole damn this is gone

I want to cry

I feel robbed

How dare it not understand that I did not intend to do that

I feel like I have just deleted a moment of my life and I'm angry

A moment I can never get back..with or without pictures

Will I re-write..probably not unless this incident occurs again and I am similarly inspired

I'm pissed right off