Had to take the day off again today. Shit I've got to start learning to stop stretching myself. Definately not going to the fair tonight unless I'm going with my popa bear. Keep heating up, hurting, and just needing to sleep - but the waltzers would be fun with daddy.
They always are.

I was going to try a go on centra-fugue... I think that's what it's called. The one that whizzes round, sticking you to the wall, and then the floor drops away.
It works on the principle of centrapetal and centrafugal forces - like when you spin a bucket full of water and the water doesn't fall out.

Scarily, I've now done enough circular motion and impulse stuff to work out exactly how fast it has to go to stick you to the wall.
Technicaly it doesn't stick you to the wall at all, it pushes you round fast enough so that its motion acts more than gravity (or if you want to be precise, the preasure of the curvature of space). Gravity doesn't stop acting - the g-force acting on the front of your body simply increases, effectively pinning you to the wall.

I've never been on one of those rides - but I've always wanted to.

I'm a 'spinny' type of girl. I don't like the heights of rolercoasters, or the sheer speed. I've never been a huge favourite of the swings either. Give me a roundabout any day - so the waltzers, the frizbee - anything 'spinny' - I love! I should imagine the centra-fugue would be a new favourite... if I weren't feeling so ill.

Actualy - I've just remembered going on the swing thingy at Alton towers (loved them!), and the log flume. Mind you, that wasn't very high... great fun though.
Thing was though - I can't stand queing... it drives me nutts! So, when the ques started to build at Alton, I started loosing interest in everything.


I'm really thirsty lately. I normaly don't drink more than two or three glasses of... well.. anything... each day - so I'm kinda worried really. I'm not a liquid person. Cravings to be in water constantly aren't like me. I'm an earth - give me mud any day - but water? Meh - I'm too out of balance right now.
If I could meditate properly, I'd give it a go. Oh well.

Read [Lokulu]'s tatoo today. Love being able to read runes.
What I could read (that wasn't too out of focus to make out individual runes) was "Rest in peace" and "The icon lives".
At least.. that is... if they're in futhark and not celtic or something.
Berkanna for rebirth, Daga for day (air element also), Rad for safe travel, and Laguz for blood (water element too).
Goddess I've missed translating runes and their meaning.
Looks like his family names around it too.
So tastefull. Very meaningfull.
Lovely

I'm going to have to start learning the rest of the meanings of the elder futhark. I only know about.. what? 9? if that!
Berkanna, Rad, Daga, Laguz, Chaka, Peortho (me!! I'm an earth!) Sowilo, Algiz, and I have a rough idea of what Ansuz means too...

Note Chaka? It means 'spirit'. Very close to 'Chakara' - which are the areas of the spirit energy within the body. Cool or what?
Probably not. I seem to like very odd things like that.

Somehow, talking about magick and runes and stuff seems to clear my focus. Either that or it's one of those 'dreamy' subjects that masks how dreamy I am at the moment.

The fog this morning scared the b'jeebus out of me! Fog freaks me out. There's something... wrong about it. It takes away too many of your senses. Basicaly it fucks with ya, and I don't like it.
Childish, I know, but hey! I'm only 18, I'm allowed to be childish!
I'm always allowed to be childish. I'm not really... 'grown up'... if I'm all that honest. Don't think I ever really want to be.

So, here I am, sat at the computer, trying to think straight, and the only thing I can really think is "Shit I hurt". I'm just so tired all the time; and indecisive. It feels like a mild depression - but it's not the same. Though I wouldn't be surprised if I start suffering from depression soon. I seem a bit prone to it when I'm this ill.

Keep trying to be strong for my mum - who seems to get worse every day - and for Sasha, who seems to have a life too tough to mention. I'm not used to being the one who needs help. I'm the strong one, I'm the helper... why do I have to be this ill now?? especialy when my A-levels nearly over! I'm still really upset about having to drop nearly all my subjects. Not that I can even cope with just maths lately. Thankfully its something I can just do - no real studying required - so I'm not too far behind in it. I just keep having bad days, and then it's all that little bit harder.
Just focusing becomes almost impossible.

I've been reading lots - just to pass the time really. I've homework to do - but I just can't seem to do it. I haven't the heart.
Everytime I try, I feel so useless at not being able to just do it. Before it was as if my mind just had all the answers and maths was just effortless, but now I have to think so hard, and I feel so dumb. If I actually manage to pass C4 I'll be happy. I want an A, but I guess I can always redo my C1 exam next year when I'm doing Physics and English again.

Another god damn year of school.
I couldn't wait to get out of the place last year, or this year, and now I have to stay for another stupid year.
Part of me hopes I die before that. But it is only a small part. I'm still terrified of dieing since that night I was going to kill myself.
I guess I'm eternaly indebted to Will for stopping me now.

Someone once said "No man should fear their last day, nor wish for it." (something along those lines anyway). I remember the day when I didn't fear it - or wish for it. Death was one of those things that was just going to happen someday. Whether it was tommorow or in a hundred years, I didn't mind.
But now?
I can't explain it.
The thought of being burried...
*shiver*
I'm not claustraphobic or anything - and I love the dark... it's just... to be DEAD and burried.
Hell no.

I guess I always did want to be an organ donar and cremated, but that might not happen - dependant on my loved ones wishes. The idea of my body just rotting away in a box under all that soil makes me cringe for some reason.
I'm an earth though - I love the ground - I wouldn't particularly care about being burried alive, but the thought of being burried dead... I can't explain it.
Why should I care what happens to my body once I'm dead? Simply, I shouldn't.
But I do now. Strange.

I think alot about life and death lately for some reason. It's as if I'm preparing myself for worse to come.

I can feel something in the air lately that has me on edge. I don't like going down and opening the doors at night.
Maybe I really am paranoid.
I keep saying I am as a joke to my friends, but in all honesty, it's the only thing that explains my sheer terror of... well... nothing!

I've probably said all of that before... somewhere in this thing, but I can't remember what I was doing before I came on the computer half an hour ago, so I definately don't remember what I've written in this diary over the time I've been keeping it. And don't try saying that theres a difference between my long term and short term memory - because both of them are crappy right now. I'm surprised I even remember who the hell I am.
It's like selective amnesia - only I'm not the one doing the selecting.

Everything just blends into everything else lately. I couldn't tell you what week it is to save my life - nor what's happening in the book I'm reading. All the things I've done, read, dreamt - they all meld into one right now.
Wont be long till I'm god damned dilusional!

Looking at that, I could take out one of the spaces and it would still reflect my feelings:

Wont belong till I'm god damned dilusional!

I don't feel I fit in anywhere. Maybe I don't fit in anywhere. I know I don't trust anyone completely, and they don't know me properly. Everyone seems to know just a little slice of me... even my friend for nearly 15 years now barely knows me.

I don't even know if I know me properly! Sometimes I think I do - but then, sometimes I can understand where God's coming from and others I don't even believe in 'Him'.

Question - why do we refere to an androgenous God (a god with no sex) in the masculine term? I suppose it would be rude to call God 'it'.
The word 'god' is the masculine version anyway I guess.
Still, it's given people the impression that God is a man, further more that men are therefore better than women.

I don't know. Either way, it doesn't really matter. Words will ensnare you, tangle you in their hidden meanings, swamp you with their constant metaphors that go un-noticed to those who understand.

Numbers are better than words. After all "In the begining was the Word - but in order to mark the begining we first need numbers."

Some people don't see the beauty of numbers. It's there in music all the time. Music is like a mathematical progression expressed in frequencies and pitch. Thats why music is so magical for me - it brings together the beauty of numbers and the delicacy of words.

Strange that numbers and words are inseprable. Words are made up of specific patterns of letters, which are expressable as numbers. But numbers are still words.
1 is one. 2 is two. There is no escaping language or numbers. They are infinately intertwind in everything we do.

Sorry, I do seem to go a bit deep when I'm in this state of mindless thoughts. Too tired to reign them in, too awake to not think them, in too much pain to care.

I suppose I'll leave now, this is probably a very long entry that you're dieing for me to end.
So I'll just say:

Love and Luck to you
In all you choose to do



Blessed be

Love Sophia xxx

Im in a singing mood right now - so I don't know why I turned down Karaoke tonight. Probably because of the songs I want to sing:

Will you come and follow me if I but call you name?
Will you go where you don't know and never be the same?

Yeh - I'll shush now.

I'm supposed to be making copies of lyrics for house choir tommorow... trust me to volunteer to do that because I was late. We're singing the theme tune to F.R.I.E.N.D.S.  though I'd rather be doing REM..

"It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it..."

But I guess we can do the harmony thingy in friends...


I'll have to learn what the song's actually called...
Damn.

AAAaaanyway. I need a poo (tmi? sorry), so I'm gonna go search the lyrics and go to the loo.

luvya
Sophia xx

Wish I could lay in your arms for ever. Wish I could hold you close. 
I dream of your kiss.
But I can't sleep - so I don't dream...

Sophia xx

Mwahahahahaaa

[HI KIRAN ]

[ HI!!! ]

Turn me inside out.
Flip me upside down.
Spin me right around.

I'm not here for your entertainment;
You're here for mine.

I've realised - there's no such thing as soulmates. It's a silly idea.

I'm having a bad day today. I feel ready to kill anyone who pisses me off. Ever have those?
PMT I guess.

Think I'll go on my outdated version of Unreal Tournament and snipe some bots. See if I can beat my record of 300 frags 0 deaths... nah, I'm not that pissed off right now.

Wouldn't mind some company to be honest. Mums downstairs asleep, and Dad's fucked off somewhere. Arron, Sasha, TJ... hell I'd settle for John Slater I'm that desperate.
Strike that, I'm never THAT desperate.    
I could do with being out - away from home - just for a bit. Wish I had credit to call a friend.

Bah I'm cold. What's with the sudden temperature drop?? tch, you'd think the weather was bi-polar. I guess the world is, since it has two poles... no wonder life's fucked up! Screw balance - I'd prefer to be happy.
Well - as the song says - anger and agony are better than misery. I do much prefere being angry rather than sad.

Wish I had a drum kit to go with my drum sticks.

Thinking about getting out the guittar... not sure if I'm able to think of anything to play though. *sigh*  Looonely!

Well - if anyone out there loves me - giz a call. Come round. Anything. I'm off to play guittar and chill out. Literaly- it's freezing in here.

loveya x
Sophia

Oh shit.

Great.

*dies of embarasment*

Why oh why did I send that message???

I sit there and try hard not to look at you. TJ's no help, he's all moody waiting for a reply from the girl he's mad about. Nathan's thankfully there to keep me in check.
The run of stupid jokes and comments keeps me giggling and blushing, but still I think of you.

I'm aware of every move you make. Every time your head tips to one side to read the papers in your hand. Everytime you shift your weight.
I find myself watching your eyes as you read the lines, noting every pause. You're still in your coat - why is that? You always seem to be in that thing. I love it when you're just in your t-shirt and jeans; like me.
I move around to watch the slide-show TJ's put on for us, ever aware that I'm only half an arms distance from your knees.
If I shuffled just a little more, I could rest my head on them.
But I don't. Infact, after the slides, I shuffle back to my position by the door.

It's a while later when your phone rings and you sit back till you're nearly horizontal. Fiddling with the CD player, you open the top. As I press it back down, our fingers brush against each other - but that's all the physical contact I gain. Fleeting, soft - like a kiss.
Part of me resents you - thinking 'you would choose to lie back on the bed when I want you' - but I keep myself in check. Focusing on Nathan still, I manage to get through the rest of the time as if I only want us to be friends. Thats not true ofcourse, but I don't want you to think I'm laying it on too thick. You're the only reason I stayed if I'm honest...

I can't believe you're starting to skate. Dear lord WHY?
I don't mind, it's just... I never realy saw you as a skater.

I'm surprised I managed to just walk past you today in all honesty. That urge to hold you is hard to resist - but I'm not sure how you feel, so I'm not going to lunge myself at you everytime I see you.

I hope I see you soon. Maybe alone. I just want to hold you again, and talk as if there isn't a care in the world; because thats how you make me feel - like there are no worries, like there is no one else. Only you, and me, together.

Damnit, I'm in [ love ].

Again.


How is it that every single time I see him my heart does a little back flip, I forget what I'm doing, and I can't think straight? Every god damn time!

He's always done that to me ((as you can read about in some of my previous entries)), but I thought... well, I was wrong.

I can't stop thinking about him - which is crazy! I have so much on my plate to think about, and whats the only thing in my head? him.
His eyes. His hair. His hugs... again.

I'm scared to tell him though. Stupid really.

I'm probably scared of regection more - or being used. People find out you'd do anything for them, and they sometimes get you to do alsorts.
I want to say 'he'd never do that'... but lots can change over a few years - and it has been a few years since I knew him properly.  Shit - fuck - bollocks.  I'm letting my heart run away without my head.


I think that I'm forgeting to let him know how much I feel though. I Conciously have to stop myself from hugging him all the time, and trying to hold his hand.
Like today - shoving my hands in my pockets so I didn't latch onto his arm.

Why is that?

Was it just because my mate was there and I didn't want to be rude to her?  Or was I worried he might not want to hold my hand?

Jesus, I don't know about anything anymore. How does he do this to me? Shitfuckbollocks.

*sigh* deep breath... deeeep deep breath. And chill. 

I was trying to think of a good name for Sasha's baby so she doesn't try calling it 'Lauren-Nicole', after me and her other mate. Stephanie is one of the pretiest names I know. Or Lilandri... I don't know.
I'm kinda scared of ever being in her situation. Pregnant at 18... probably worse if you're pregers at 14 or something... but still! For the dad to just be so ... grr... like he was. ((ASSHOLE))

Well, I'm going to go sit back and relax for a bit before my singles match [semi finals] ((okay, its in cribage... so)) and then go kick some butt.

laters xx

Sophia

maaan i'm sick of being ill. I can't actualy be bothered to correct that grammar.

I think the real problem at the minute is the fatigue, and the not knowing. They STILL don't know what's wrong with me. grr.

There's some new lyrics floating around in my head... something like:

"I wanted us to share love
You just wanna make love
I think that I've had enough of you"

Can't really remember the rest. I wrote them down... somewhere...


I guess I started this diary back up because Kiki mentioned it. I don't come on Elfpack much now though - I don't have that many friends on here. Not since Stephy left, and Arron doesn't speak to me...

Morbid huh? ha, that's the least of my mirad problems. I've had to drop 3 of my 5 a-level subjects just to keep doing any of them. Probably retake the others next year.
I've lost the power in my voice. It cuts out at high notes now... which I don't mind telling you SUCKS to high heaven.
My energy levels suck! I hurt constantly still... they can't explain that one either.
I don't have a social life anymore. I'm living vicariously through books.
I'm only just fighting off the depression to be honest.

The paranoia doesn't help


So, I'm writing this diary to try and sort out my head... but everyone knows I don't have a head anyway... so what's the point?

I've lost confidence in my sanity - I feel ugly too, which is unusual for me. I'm normaly really happy with my looks...
I just wanna go to sleep and not wake up at the moment. Possibly a bad thing *thinks* I dunno.

I guess it's because I want to cry all the time.
I feel like something huge is missing inside me too.
So lonely.

The hollow sound of the wind echos the emptyness in me, the rain reflects my tears. The sun shines on my face, but I don't feel it. The colours in the world have faded, along with my hopes and dreams. Yet still I carry on, still I search for something to keep me going, something to give life a meaning again. I wish someone would bring back the colours... wont someone bring the rainbow after this rain??
*sigh*

One day I'll be ok. I hope. People say it to me, but they don't know - I can see it in their eyes. No-one's certain, and I feel the doubt in me build with every "it'll be ok" or "You'll be fine".

At least the doctor hasn't lied in that way. He doesn't know what's wrong, and he doesn't know if I can get better, let alone will.

Sometimes I find myself thinking that it would be a lot easier, a lot less painfull, a lot more peacefull, if I just died. It's as if I'm expecting them to find cancer, and tell me I've months to live, not decades.  Then again, since a few months ago I've known my life wouldn't be as long as other peoples.
I just know... I can't explain how. Like some internal check of my body clock or somehting.

I look around and I wonder what they'll do with my things when i'm in that box. Will they pass them on to the kids? sort through every peice of paper, treasuring each word? Or will it all just be thrown away to try and get rid of the pain/loss?

I don't know.

If nothing else, this diary will survive to tell people who I was... if only in the smallest way. I might be gone at that point, but this little bit of me will stay.

Jeeze Lauren, shut up! stop being so damn pesimistic!
I'm gonna jet, might leave another entry soon.

Sophia xxxxxxxxx

Shelly's Poem by Lauren Bland

Mummy's looking tired still
She says she can't sleep
I know how she feels at night
I don't make a peep

It's always late when the car arrives
But I hear it every time:
The slam of the door, the drunken slurr;
It's seared into my mind

Suddenly my heart starts to race as the keys turn
in the front door - so scary
Have to breath real slow, real low, quiet too -
pretending I'm asleep already

Foot steps on the stairs, I can tell where he is by the creak
That marks the seventh step from my door
Time to squeeze my eyes tight, hug my teddy closer, try hard
Not to shiver - time to put on the show.

He'll open that door again tonight, like the nights before,
Look in and whisper to me
"Baby? You awake?" then listen hard for an answer.
Maybe I'll roll over, so he can't see

My teeth chattering, my nose flare.
Or maybe sigh, or snore.
Sometimes he catches me out though,
He's done it twice before.

Sandra showed me how to sleep
So dad didn't come in
She said the things he'd done
To us was such a sin

But I hope one day
Mummy will see
I know she's awake -
She'll rescue me

But tonight, Daddy,
Please do not
Come to me, Daddy,
It's too hot

It's not Like you said.
It hurts me.
I don't want you to
play with me...

SO FUCKED OFF!

I swear to god, if I didn't have self control there be some daed people in this house right now, rather than living CUNTS!

I mean, when the last time THEY did what they said they would?? What the HELL gives them the right to be so god damb hypocritical? And why do they always have to be so RUDE and CRUEL ???

I was nearly in tears because of that BASTARD. I mean, what? they think I actualy want to spend time with them??? When all they do is stare abysmaly at the television and dole out demands?
"Make me a cup of tea"
"Go turn the computer off"
"Are you going to do that washing?"
ITS ALREADY FUCKING IN!!!!

Is it too much to ask that they atleast be nice to me while I'm ill?? Apparently so.

And why the HELL do they find it neccesary to slag everyone off? Why is Sean always in the wrong? Or Becky? Or me??
Why is mum so fucking insistant that Grandma 'won't try' - I may not like her attitude at times, but you can see on her face how scared and upset she is about so much! If it was someone elses family, they'd have her pity, they'd have her support - but no. We have to put up with being failures in her eyes.

Yet she sits there and smokes like a chimney - when I've made it pretty obvious how much it effects me.
They've never cared about that.

Rach and Sean told me just how much mum and dad wanted another kid once they'd got together - 5 tries was it?
Wanted to justify their relationship - make dad important biologically?? Is that it? I'm just hear to prove to the world that mum and dad actualy want to be together? Well fucking great.

I love them, but not enough. I can feel it - I remember loving them totaly - now I'd really rather they were dead.
I can't bear them.
Why am I always in trouble, when I try so god damb hard to do what they want?? Am I that crap at being a daughter?

Maybe I'm just that crap at being a person. I mean, come on, who am I kidding? I have no friends, I have no life, I do school work, and stay in my room. Some life.
If that test comes back positive for depression, I can tell the GP exactly where the hell it comes from. Sounds Fruedian to blame it on my parents - but the truth is, I look through old diaries, old notebooks, and they all show the exact same thing. I go through a patch of being away from them (at school, with friends, round Kayleighs..) and then as soon as I get back I get completely depressed. I have notes dating back to year 8 of me wanting to just disapear so that they'd stop having a go at me, at each other... and I do - I let myself get worked up, upset, angry, lonely. I still let them get to me, and it's stupid. But it's hard not to when they're the only people you basicaly see for 3 fucking weeks. Were they actualy surprised that I wanted to stay and talk to Di when she came round? If I only had visitors... I haven't seen any of my friends for so long - plus the computer screen hurt my eyes too much lately to talk to them over MSN - so I've been totaly isolated. No wonder I'm not getting better.

And I still feel like shit - can't they see that? I'm still burning up, and in pain, nursing a headache and runny nose and sore throat - just because I'm well enough to think about going back to school they're having a go at me for not cleaning my room? doing homework I don't even know about yet? doing everything a healthy teenager should be doing I guess.

I'm starting to regret not going to Uni - I may have to ask Sasha if I can move in with her when she finally gets her place. I cant live here much longer. Yeah, I get a lot of stuff free - but the price of that physicaly and emotionaly is too much. Maybe I'll talk to my bro and sis, see if I can crash with them some time.
But they've got kids to look after - you know? - and I can't be imposing on them. With Sasha, I'd be a helping hand - extra help - extra incom as well probs... I dunno - I need to get out - I need to get money - I need, no I'm not gonna go there, guys just take advantage of me and rip out my heart... even if the illusion of love is nice... could I realy cope with just the illusion?

Maybe I'm just lonely at the mo because of stress and stuff... I mean, I've been... ok.. without a bf for a while.
Pfft - what a lie. I even went out with a guy over the internet to feel some kind of connection, come on! who am I kidding? I guess I'm just too much of a bitch to keep a guy tho - pushy like my mother.
Makes me think of the song 'Doves Cry' by Prince.
"Baby you're just like your mother..."
Too fucking true. Bitch.
Thinking of losing myself in music/magick...

Even that doesn't feel right anymore. Poisened by lonelyness.

Why does this always happen?? Why do I always end up sat here crying?
Why do I lose it like this? why can't I see the point?

I'm smart - I know this is just me projecting spur of the moment feelings on a few past experiences and deciding that this is the only thing life offers... but some how, it feels more real than being happy - because I've never been truely happy I guess. I've made bad decisions in the past... decisions that have just completely removed me from the people I love. Arron, Steph, Tony, Kayleigh, Matthew... I never really see any of them anymore. Guess that's my punishment for focusing on studies - I lost my world - 'cause those people WERE my world. They completely were. They still are in my heart... have you any idea how much it hurts to never see my best friends??

I got to year 11 and I had different best friends; Lucy, Kiran, Beth... but they left me too. Lucy and Kiran went to College last year instead of finishing their A's with me and Beth - and Beth has a new, incrediable, boyfriend... I know they didn't mean to leave me... but I hate being alone like this.

I always liked being alone before - it was a privelidge. I barely ever got it. It was my time to think - but I can't live like this... feeling alone even when I'm around people, because they don't listen, don't want to talk, put on a face... Yet I can feel what they feel - they just don't let me help... and it hurts even more than the loneliness.

So I guess that's why I chose the loneliness...


I keep hoping, dreaming, that there's something... more. Someone waiting for me every morning, hoping to just get a glimps of me when I leave the house... it's silly really, but it's the only thing I have to hope for.

Bah - i'm gonna go try and cheer up .
Think of something fun... maybe write some more story/script... dunno - ciao for now though.

Love
Sophia

grr, I'm so on right now. I need that nice massage man... hahaha - I can't believe I remembered that right now! Jesus - TJ's bad influence on me no doubt (since it was his idea).
Do you ever get that feeling that your body wants you to be doing things I'm not at liberty to discuss on a public diary entry? I mean it - I'm burning up, yet shivery... and I think if I weren't carefull I'd do something rude that I'd regret later.
Thank god *-*-* isn't on atm... hmm, maybe it would be better - *oops*

AANYWAY
Moving swiftly on.

I'm sooooo tired lately - doesn't help that my bed makes more noise than fifty rats and mice when ever I so much as turn my flipping head! Let alone roll over... bah - no rest for the wicked :P

well - if I continue, I'm just going to repeat myself since I have a one track mind right now. So I'm off to read a book. Maybe Stephen Hawking's History of time... yeh! That should work.

Loveya's
Sophia xx

my new song makes me want to cry.
It's called 'Dream, Baby (dream)', and it's about a little kid whose mum passed away... sung from the mothers view, she says:
"My lonely child falls fast asleep
Dream baby dream
In my arms for now atleast
Dream sweet baby
Please don't wake, spend this time with me"
The video to it would start with a sleeping baby (about 4 or so), then slowly impose over it a mum stroking their hair, a tear rolling down her cheak. Then it would fade into the dream, where they're playing, and hugging, and being happy. Finaly it would fade back to the little girl waking up, and doing that 'about to cry' look.
I don't know why this song has touched me so much - it's as if I can feel it taking shape without me. The backing music is something of a problem - It's from something else, I just don't know what yet, and I've addapted it... may be bordering on copyright, but I don't think so. It's the most beautiful song I've composed so far; and if I can master it properly and get it recorded, I know I'll never listen to it without crying. It's as if someone elses pain has seeped through into my song, making it painfully sweet. I want to share it with the world.

There's a destructive force inside of me clawing to get out. It wants me to smash everything I can - it's all I can do to contain the rage I'm burning in.
It has a thurst for blood.

My friend asked me if I would kill someone using magick - the fact of the matter is, if I wanted someone dead I would use my bare hands, not hide behind forces of nature.

It's burning my skin now, as if my rage has become hot fat that spits at me. The coiled snake in my chest wants to reach out and strike venom into his heart. How dare he?

I'm not ready yet, but I will be - that's a promise.
No one threatens my friends or family. No one.

Bloody norah! I'm shocked beyond all belief.

Mrs Lane - the teacher that is so biased towards her own beliefs she almost always dismisses everyone elses view as ridiculous - asked me if I could speak about environmental issues in a religious way. Took me a second to realise she ment MY religion! I didn't think she even recognised Pagenism as a religion! But there she was, blatently asking if I could talk about it.
Well ofcourse I can! I worship an earth deity - ofcourse I'm concerned about environmental issues!
duh.

I think that I'm suddenly very proud of Mrs Lane now. I can't think of anything more respectfull she could have done - other than use the term 'wiccan' or 'pagen' when asking me. I think that would be really hard for her to be honest.

Woo!

Anyway - I'd best do my coursework.

Blessed be
Sophia xxxxx

Well! I feel like shit, anyone else?? comeone - hands up!

Well - I wont go into details, but I've been severely fucked over by guys lately; thanks a bunch to those special twats who've managed to hurt me so god damned much.

For one in particular, I have a message:

If you ever walk away from me with another woman again, I may actualy demand an explination.

For another - who, actualy REALY hurt me - I wrote a poem. Since it's entitled by his name, I'm not going to post it's title - that'd be rude - so, here is how it feels to be inlove, and be crushed by someone who can't decide between you and someone else.

I just want you to know
I love you.
I always will.
I think you’re amazing.

I just want you to know
I love you so much that
I will never let you go:
I will keep you in my heart forever.

I just want you to know
I love you, and so
I won’t let you see me as
I walk away - for you.

I just want you to know
I love you so much that
I will let you go, because all
I want is for you to be happy.

I just want you to know
I love you.
I always will,
I know you’re incredible.

I just want you to know
I love you, and that
I always have; but
I need you to move on.

I just want you to know
I love you,
I need you, but
I need you to be happy more.

So I’ll tell you that
I don’t love you.
I want you gone; and
I won’t be miserable without you;
 And you’ll go.




I know it's non rhyming... but it's how I felt all of five minutes ago when I wrote it. Now I'm just pissed off though. *sigh*

Ever felt like you NEED a punch bag??

I just want to rip him to peices, put the peices in a blender, and then serve him in an omlett to the other girl... grrr...
Not that I want to hurt him or anything.
honest


*sigh* I'm going to go drink something - see if I can calm down a bit. Though it's true, that line in 'Pain' - Anger and agony are far better than misery. Trust me on this one.

My tears will fall no more for those who have caused me pain. The shards of my heart have been seived through my throat in pain, and forced through my eyes. The clear gems that have formed there have fallen on deaf ears, and ignorant minds. My pain will stay inside, until it twists around; coiling like the snake that has biten me and poisened my heart.
My anger will be the lightening through a tearless storm, and thunderous words - no one will be unharmed by it. Not even me; and so the anger feeds that pain from which it springs - and my circle of bitterness, like a ripening lemon, grows.
One day it will colapse in on me; and on that day you will remember the first shard of my heart, that fell from my blinded eyes onto your cheak.
Maybe then you will learn the power of my love, my heart, my soul; and maybe then you will regret all you have cast away - all the gems that I gave, all the wonders that I held in me - gone forever.



Well - goodnight for now.

Blessed be
Sophia xxxx

Starting a book. Should be... interesting. Not sure if I like the plot though. Hmm...

Starting a book. Should be... interesting. Not sure if I like the plot though. Hmm...