Numb by all this

The time doens't exist, only the breath takes. I'm held captive in myself. I can't feel anything. No comfort, pain, love, need, sorrow or lust. Like I'm dead inside. To keep my body from freezing I wear mittens, two thick sweaters, a scarf, two hoods on my head and drinking liters of hot tea. But I can't warm my soul. It's permanently dagamed from the frost. I keep smoking on the balcony, even though I'm not allowed to, but who cares. I wish I had the top floor apartment, then the smoke would just disappear into the air and it wouldn't bother anyone. And I would have a real nice view over... Gottsunda. Oh crap, what do I care? I've washed 8 full machines of clothing and other textiles today, it really wash me out as well. So now I feel even more empty inside. And tired. I'm tired of washing closed and trying to get them dry. I'm tired of fixing food, eating the god damned shit, tired of talking, sitting, standing, reading, knitting, showering, cleaning, crying, sleeping, dreaming, breathing... Tired of living. So I've got a place at this special resident. A two room apartment and all that stuff I mentioned before in another entry. So I'm basically just trying to settle in now. Guess it works so-so. I just hope I get my meds tomorrow morning, I told them about that I don't have anything for tomorrow and the dude just said "the morning staff should fix that, don't worry", kind of. Yeah, now I feel soooo calm about it. Not! But I had to almost bang the staff door in to get attention (since knocking three times with some delay between didn't do a shit) so I kinda leave it to them. And still worry the heck of me. I love having the swing (small playground) just in front of me, could almost jump right off the balcony and land on one of them. Or break my ankle, which of course is more likely... So I'm nor up for trying that riiiight now.

Saw this on a wall outside the psych ward... Kent <3

Controlling chaos

Damn... every time I try to write something and I start writing something good, I forget it later and don't save it, so next time I turn the computer on it's all gone. Gotta remember to save my scribblings...

(Double meaning in the title by the way)

It has happened so much lately I just haven't been able to write it. I'm an artist you know, and if something doesn't turn out the way I want it, it's just not worth saving. I do notice how people in this ward notice my drawings and they're all so amazed. I just see them as simple black and greys, nothing so special about them... but they see... well I don't know. They're amazed and see much more than that, like real artworks. And they have so many ideas. Like one said I should do some kind of comic with pictures and texts with them. I just try to explain that I don't have the energy to make something “real” out them. I just draw what's on my mind that specific moment. I can't just plan something big and work on it for days or weeks and expect to be able to finish it AND be satisfied with the outcome. But as soon as I'm at that special short time resident after everything being done here at the psych ward, I'm gonna scan in all my "work" I've been drawing during this time. Almost every day I've drawn something new, so I think there'll be a lot to fill my new account on DeviantArt with.

About that part time resident by the way, it is sort of fixed now. I was there on a visit today actually, and I got a round tour in the place. I've got my own room (maybe I am to get a room-mate later, it's a two-roomer but both places are free, so to say) and just stepping into the hallway I realized it was much bigger than the whole apartment I lived in before! Amazing! So much space! A kitchen you can move around in, a balcony, a "living room" with a sofa and a table to sit down and eat by, a small shover-room and a closet you can actually be in! I feel a bit overwhelmed, or I should. Cause actually I don't really feel anything. Just numb, really... I guess it might come later, when I'm actually there, with my own stuff, sitting writing by my computer and smoking on the balcony which I'm not allowed to, but who cares, haha...

The doctor will order/book-in six sessions of ECT, which means I should have to stay here for another two weeks. Good to not having to worry about being kicked out, anyway, haha... As soon as that becomes reality then, of course. I'm always on my guard, can't relax over anything until it's actually happening.

I've had so much deep conversations with the doctor, my mum and my contact-persons at this ward today I feel all torn apart and kinda sucked dry. But I almost feel as if they finally actually /try/ to understand me. It helps. As like just a now, I talked to one of my two contact-persons about how I see my life now and compare it to the life I want to have and being able to have. Just explaining how I wanted just a decent work with a decent pay-check every month and I just can't even walk into a working place without getting all horrible medical mental symptoms ever possible at the same time /and more/. I said that I don't expect an amazing adventure/hollywood life with a perfect world around me and everything going so well. I don't want that, I just want a decent life with a decent job and live in a decent place and being able to actually live/. I don't live, I said - I'm just alive. Barely. What I expect and want of my life isn't unrealistic at all. I have a realistic goal with all this traumatic, unbelievable psychiatric mental chaos called the "psychiatric healthcare" *cough* bullshit. And that goal is simply this: to be able to accept the world for what it is and live with it; to be able to live a decent mediocre life and live with it; to be able to live with and tolerate my own self. And to stop analysing every little shit!!! That is my goal. That is what I want.

I get a simple picture in my head, it's not a still picture, but it has only simple movements and gestures, kind of like taken from a really slow indie film. I see a small house in the suburbs, a smaller part of the town or so. I see myself sitting inside it, it's my house, I own it. I'm sitting by a table writing a long fictive novel after a day at work. My life is simple, I live there with my partner I love, it's been a few years, maybe five or ten. I'm finally setting down in my life, I have a body which I can live with, my own home which I am able to take care of and a steady in-come. Some days are bad, some are good. There's not only different tones of black, blood-red and grey. It's a bit of colour dashes in my blackness, and when things get worse, I will be able to handle it. I'll talk to my life-partner, my mum or my closest friends, sort things out, maybe take a pill for the anxiety, and after it will feel okay again. I wanna feel like that. Simply okay. Not good or bad, just okay. I haven't been okay for so long...

Yes, my mother took the ferry all the way from Visby on Gotland to somewhere-in-or-around-Stockholm and drew all the way from there to Uppsala just to be with me on a meeting and hang around in town with me to kill some time until she took the ferry back home to the island again. Of course the ordinary doctor was not available and hadn't even been informed about my mother's visit *sigh*, but another doctor could talk to us and write down the important things to the ordinary doctor when he's available again.

So I've really had a tough day... I should have been writing earlier so I wouldn't have so damn much to post today, but ye, ye whatever.

Tomorrow is a stranger

I feel so damn lost inside. What can the psych ward help with really, what can they do for me? I'm trapped between time, all I can do i wait. But what if I can't do that? What if I just die tomorrow? This health care system sickens me, this world sickens me, myself sickens me. What is left to live for? What is left to die for? My fire inside me has almost died, it just glows sadly and weak in all that eternal darkness around. I tremble in my black world, cause I can't find a way to go. I'm just so damn lost. Where am I......?

22:47. Everyone has gone to bed, but I'm restless. I can't find peace in this dark prison. I wanna feel like I'm home, for real. That feeling of being safe and at home. I just wanna feel it. Just that. Only that. Instead I'm at a psych ward, intoxing myself to an unsafe sleep. Thinking what will be of tomorrow, and the rest of this autumn. Will there be any more autumns in my sad little life? Will there even be a day tomorrow to come?

How being a vampire is a condition

For fucks sake! How long am going to deny this? Me of all people, have a side I'm constantly denying. Why? Because it's unrealisctic, silly, and shouldn't even be remotely possible! Not even in my world! I can't believe all this shit is constantly troubling me! Cause you know what? I'm sick and tired of it. There's always something more piling up in this hell, just constantly growing larger and more insuffareable every breaking minute.

I've cried because of this. Meny times too, unfortunatly. (Cause I hate to cry and it's just a waste of energy I don't generally have.) Cause just the mere thought of it makes me sick. It's not really a medical condition, it's not even on anybody's map - and how it got on to my map is still a mystery. And if this really is my case, I can asure you I will hate myself even more - how the fuck now that's possible - And I'm quite tired of always ending up hating myself more and more.

But I guess a part of me kind of wanted this as well. So be damn careful what you wish for, you might fucking unbelievable or not get it!!! Or maybe I was born with this curse, but it's rather unlikely. I can think of several incidents from my mid-teens that could explain this...

But I've been ranting about this issue before. Just about a year ago, in the beginning of 2010 I searched the internet for clues, information and forums for other people like me (on this topic, that is) and I found a strange page created by a complete moron and followed by more morons. I guess I can put up a link at the bottom in this post if you wanna find out for youselves. But I warn you, those people are more narrow-minded than ordodox christians... Anyways, not long after my first realisation I got other things to focus on, and I put it aside. So much that I started to believe it might not really have been the case after all. Cause there were so many traits I was missing out on, I though that I had just put my head in the clouds as usual instead of concentrating on facts. But I fell in to it once more, bounced back again och so on. I guess what really made me back away from it over and over was just because I kept on denying it deep down, scared as shit what it would actually mean to... indulge for this radical lifestyle.

So now I'm there again. And it's the same issue that has been bugging me all along: blood. Though I love the taste of it it's not really the kind of spice I want the rest of my life to be spiked with. It's so damn complicated to get a hold on, just to begin with. And I know it for real that I actually do need it now. Cause it was over six months ago since I last had some, and I've been constantly tired, just feeling sicker and sicker without any doctors being able to diagnose it. I've felt the urge for more blood several times the last six months, but haven't given in for it. Until tonight.





The result..? I haven't had so much energy or felt more alive for so long!


I have to stop denying shit like this in the future, poke me if I do, okay? The guys at the stupid website talked about what could be causing this "condition" is be a retrovirus of some sort. I don't even know whether to tell if that is dump-shit-mumbo-jumbo like most of the crap they talked about, or if it could really be worth looking into. The real problem I'm facing is that I can't be living on my own blood in the long run, cause that will make me sick. But not to worry, I will actually have to eat normal human food as well, just need som extra nutrition. So I'm gonna have to go picking up more or less willing donors in the near, and further future...

Well, I know you waited for it, so here's the pun: being a vampire sucks!





Link to the site (it does have some really good information as well, at least it's the only somewhat serious site I've found): http://vampirewebsite.net/

No way out

Everything falls apart. It's just blood and pain everywhere. The wound in my soul never heals. What more can I reveal? I know now there's no help out there, they're just making it worse. I beg and plead for them to help me, I turn myself inside out, but all I get is useless pills, useless conversations and limitations, contraptions...

But it's tearing me apart... I haven't taken any medicines for about three days now, it has left me with an excruciating migraine and nausea. I can barely eat. As soon as I fall asleep, after hours of trying - I wake up in panic after a nightmare. Demons hunting me, the darkness and the pain are a part of me. I know that now. There's no way out.

How many wounds can I create at just one night? What a mess I've got myself into. But what if I can't take it no more? What if I'll do anything, anything for this to stop? What if life is just not worth living this way? I'm just waiting for an excuse, just waiting for an excuse...

How much poison have I consumed recently? I don't know. If I can't kill myself directly, I might as well do it indirectly. Just need some euthanasia... it can't possibly be called murder, I'm just barely alive anyways. I know mental illness will kill me, it's just a matter of time. There's nothing anyone can do, nothing at all.

What lies within

I can't find my inspiration

creations lost in agony

tortured every waken night

but what really lies within?

Carved up arms

my precious addictions

in love with the darkness

but what really lies within?

Rape myself in my sleep

distorted feelings

undeniable chaos

but what really lies within?

An overdose too much

waking up from nightmares every night

unexplanable cronical pain

but what really lies within?

Driven by impulsive hatred

an endless war in my mind

I can't fight my demons

but what really lies within?

what really lies within..?

Heartache

I recognize my hearts existence once more. I try to tear it out, so want to tear it out. I almost thought there for a second it had healed/died, but so stupid of me. Hearts cannot heal, not if they're torn apart over and over before even getting the chance to redeem. The only way to stop feeling is to stop living. I should know that by now, I tell myself over and over. So much I'm supposed to know, but somehow always seem to forget.

I stared into nothingness for about two hours earlier today. My heart racing, breathing in steps fast and intense. Yet it wasn't really a panic attack, more like some sort of super intense anxiety.

I'm just ranting, ain't I? Can't find the words that I'm looking for, can't find the meaning in anything. Well, whatever. Guess that will have to do for tonight. Sleep tight.