Friday, 13 November 2009

definition of the day, by Professor Milchenstein

a hole, varying in size, generally made in the road by groups of people that live in the hedgerows adjacent to the roads, used for cooking their food in.

notes; one theory is that they are only useful in the summer, when the sun warms up the tarmac, as the hedgrow-dwelling people have not yet discover fire.

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

rain falls down

place your hand in mine, and look back on all the better times
your body pressed up close, sharing the warmth of memories passed
spend a moment more with me, step outside of our dictated reality

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

A small slice of mind pie

Recently, i havnt been having the greatest time with things.
Its an accumilated result of many aspects of my life....
No job, bad health, lack of money, nothing to do.... etc etc

So, because of this i havnt been exactly the most sociable person ever.... and well, im not very at the best of times

I dont find it wasy to make friends, as i dont figure i have anything good to offer.... people tell me i do, and its not that i dont believe them, but having so little self esteem, and being bullied, neglected and so on for most of my life doesnt help matters.

Just to try and put who i am into words i'm going to bring differant parts of my personality into the light

To start with, i didnt have the best upbringing. I dont mean to blame my parents for anything, but i never had a father figure for the msot important years of my life.... i was never taught to shave, or went fishing.... and it was my mum who taught me about girls and everything....
We never had alot of money, so straight away people thought themselves better than me, just because i had a different jumper to them at school, or didnt have money for the tuck shop....
my dad cant even remember my name.... to him, im a number.... which is livable with, most of the time.... but sometimes i just want to know he remembers me.
I never had many friends growing up, or thru primary school.... so the idea of making friends come high school was lost to me.... and still is now. even the friends i did make, i find it hard to talk to them, or open up to them....
only two people have really met my dad, let alone my family.
(ive given up on proper capitals etc, as i know this will be long)

i understand that people cant mindread, so they wont know if im having a bad time unless i tell them, but sometimes its just nice for someone to say hi now and and again, and make you feel remembered
even my closest friends dont know much about me, how i feel or function....
and again, theres proberbly two that do.... though one is no longer a part of my life

i cant even imagine the pressure this puts on the one person who does know me.... and i hate being a burden to them, and relying on them for things.... but theres times when ive had an utterly shit day, or week when i just need to rant and get things out of my system

but of course, i still hold back.... and rather say i vunerable, i act an arsehole, and no doubt make them resent me....

so i need them, and want them, but am constantly pushing them away....
i feel if they really knew my deepest thoughts, they wouldnt see the point of being friends with me. this is in no way thinking i know what they think, or feel.... its just my self depreatiating thoughts entering into my actions.
i seem myself as so unimpotant and worthless, i cant understand why people want me around. so of course, that pushes them away more.... when i actually want them close to me
vicous cycle....

im proberbly seeming really selfish by now.... and i dont mean to. i can connect with people, and understand how they feel when they are having problems, and would do anything to help them.... id put anybody else before my own needs.

living with depression is never easy.... its almost as if my own mind was against me, and turns the best moments into the worst. for no reason i can just slip into a mood where i feel everything is against me, and i cant do anything right. and then when i do try to explain things, it always comes out wrong.... but rather than try to explain how things really are, i give up.
i guess in a way, id rather have people think bad things of me, and want nothing to do with me, than ask for help, or show who i really am....
for many years id cut myself, just to have something to take my mind off everything going on. it was never about killing myself.... just, perhaps, trying to make my thoughts into a pyhsical sign....

being constantly bullied, or put down, for no reason, or because i was differant or because my dad is disabled never helped matters. though over time i grew to accept it. and thought they must do it for a reason. and maybe they were right.

out of my brothers and sisters, im the most like my dad. in looks, and personality, etc. so when i found out the doctors said they may be something wrong with my brain, and found an abnormal patch.... i retreated even more into myself. i try to keep myself single, because if anything serious did ever happen.... and i did become seriously ill.... i couldnt put someone thru what my mum had to see, and still lives with.
the patch is at the front of the left hand side of my brain.... which is what controls your personality, and emotions.... so that may well be, partly, what makes me this way....

also, i guess i dont want to grow close to anybody and devolope a relationship with somebody due to past experience. i know not everybody is the same. but all i know is from my previous girlfriends, or people ive liked etc

i have the habit of taking things too personly. which doesnt seem a good thing to do.... as it leads to putting myself down again, and adding to low self esteem, which then leads ot me annying/upsetting the people i really dont want to be losing.

that enough for now.
basically, im fucked. in no small part due to myself

Saturday, 17 October 2009

life is beige

recently, ive realised how bad my life has actually gotten.
my days mostly consist of watching tv, playing computer games, going to the pub and then messing about on the internet untill 4 in the morning.
no social life outside of my family, other than who i see at the pub.

i barely see any of the people i grew up with, or were friends with at school.

i havnt spoken to my best friend in a week, and havnt seen her in over a year....
so i suppose i shouldnt be allowed to use the prefix of best anymore really.

and, ive put on weight. not good.... ive always been big, but now its just silly.

i cant say life is bad. as its not. well, not as bad as some. but its not good either. its just neutral.

my life is beige. the worst colour of them all. bleurgh.

living like this does have some perks i guess;

i get to watch alot of good tv programmes, and films (zombieland is totally awesome)
i can read alot
and just be lazy, whilst other people are in an office smashing a keyboard into their head

well actually thats about it, and being lazy isnt that great. unless your previous week was full of work and tiresome activities.

doesnt do much for my confidence, or social apptitude.
i mean, im no where near good looking, and i dont think a single girl has ever fancied me, but now im just an ugly-unemployed-badhealth-antisocial nodoby.
rather than an ugly person with alot of money ;)

i guess there isnt much point in this.
thats why i havnt been blogging much, nothing interesting to say

if i trick myself into thinking i actually have someone to talk to, and is interested in how i am, my life wont seem so sad....

Sunday, 27 September 2009


sit here with me in my empty space, retrace a path less trodden
a life time of fragmented memories rise to the surface
thoughts swirling in the mass of an incomplete existance
teetering on the edge of reason, subconscious malady running free

take the pieces of my puzzle, as i cant do this by myself
guide me through the torment and the pain
blinded by gibbering daemons, paroxyms of abhorrence
paths i should be treading veiled by chapters of history

trapped in a past unwanted, struggle and fall amongst the debri
mistakes never forgiven become an endless curse
heed my call and take this outstretched hand, drowning in the unknown
classified as a burden by egocentrism adds to the weight

there was a time you saw me whilst i was invinsible
drifting through life ethereal, passed by by oppurtunity and hope
left to fade to nothingness by all held dear, closeness burning upon touch
self imposed misanthropic choices blurring true self

peel back the darkness, and see the inner light....

Saturday, 26 September 2009

Guest blog

After reading my gardening blog, Taras Borzakov, a rather angry man from Mother Russia sent me a message, so i have decided to put it here, and edit it thru for your reading pleasure;

Dobry den, Kak vashi dela? (-edit- he means "good day, how are you?")
you crazy english dogs, you know nothing of gardening.
in mother russia, we have many chemical wars, and plants mutate many times.
to kill weed, you have to fight it. with bare hands. and knife. Bah. we no use for weedkiller, that is for wimpy man.
i once find weed so big, it ate my mother's goat. i strangled it into submission, punched in its freaky flant face an then it spit goat out.

i come to this country you call england, to show you how real man has garden. all i see is little mole man on tv, and red-haired woman with droopy breasts making water features. Pah. to make plant grow big, give plant uranium. it make big and strong. to get rid of unwanted plants, weeds, or those silly flowers, use Trinitrotoluene. they not ever come back. that is all pig-dogs.
ya ochen lyublyu tebya i prashu stat mayey zshenoy
(-edit- this means "I love you very much and ask you to be my wife")

keeping it up

The blog that is, nothing else....

Today i figure a good start point is (drum roll)
chronic fatigue syndrome, manic depressive tendancies, and lonelyness and possible major problems with my brain.... sound serious yeah?

We'll soon see about that.

Other than the utterly horrible parts about it all, it's awesome!! Hear me out.

People always say you should keep life moving, keep trying new things and everything, and so on.
Well for me it's easy. As I can never remember what day it is, I can never plan anything so it's all spontanious. And recently, i'm making an effort to try new things (which could be things i've done loads of times, but just keep forgetting about).
As part of my new things trend, i'm going to learn welsh, and russian, and no doubt forget english because of it. Should be good, as I think wales is great, and i'm gonna move there as soon as I can.

And there is even a good side to manic depression, if you look past the utterly miserable horible parts anyways. Im talking about the random high as a kite head in the clouds happy hyper moods, which make you full of a weird energy. It's brilliant, heh heh.

Tonight might be one of those full of energy mad moments....

Oh, and all this stuff wrong with my health and whatever usually leads to sleepness nights.... Which is never fun is it?

Hell yeah it is.
I go on loads of random chat sites, and talk to people i wouldn't otherwise have chance to, and talk about loads of things, art, music, films, hobbies, problems etc.
And american girls always seem to like me, just because im english. How good is that?!? Very XD
They seem to be a bit differant from english girls too.... They are a hell of alot more open about things....

Big brother would of been a much better programme if they really messed with the "inmates".
Like let a feral badger in the house in the middle of the night. Or covered all their possessions in honey whilst they were sleeping....
OR, let Brian blessed in, armed with a hand held catapult and lots of eggs....

Bye for now x

Friday, 25 September 2009

Strict orders (another attempt at making a regular blog)

After a stupidly long time of not blogging, and forgetting I even had one, ive been ordered (strictly, as your remember) to do it regulary by a close friend.

Not that i ever start off with a story or purpose in mind, I warn you.

I suppose, first off, I would like to thank said friend, for all support and help over the many years. I doubt id be around to type this otherwise.... (wow, that sounds melodramatic and fairly morbid)

Thanks x

Now, to blogging!!

I had my 23rd birthday on the 19th.... great time that was (sarcasm). I've never been much for my own birthdays, always makes me think i should be doing more with my life, and have some achievements to be proud of. Oh well ;)
Im having a bit of a podgy few months at the moment, should really do something about that, as I look like a human version of shrek, with a better taste in clothing.
But on the plus side im re-discovering what confidence is like, and its awesome. I never thought of how differantly people see you if you have a bit of this confidence stuff.

I want to buy a new nintendo wii (insert toilet humour here), so then I can become an utterly fantastic athlete, without ever leaving my house.... hell I could do it whilst sitting down, just flick your wrist, simples.
Would be great though if for that 2012 lark they just had it in a shed with a wii set up. Would be a hell of alot cheaper and more fun to watch.

Toodles for now