Slept one hour if you call that sleeping… I’m falling apart. Came to work out of willpower, but don’t know if I can be of actual help on anything… Raining… Dark pretty day to find death in any corner… Bah, not even it takes me… Feel nothing… better feel rage than nothing… Gotta pin myself with needles to see if the numbness go away… Kitties broke some crystal thing, no real damage done…

The Crying Game: Oldie but goodie… Why is it that old movies have more interesting plots than new ones? Hmmm…

About notes:

Everyone is very mistaken on matters of what I need or what I want. I am not a heartless icy bitch with an iron heart. And what may be seen as tantrums are nothing but the pieces of me melting at the sun's presence. Do not try to measure my needs by your standards, because my needs are based on feelings and emotions, and them both are very alien to you. So your exhibits are not valid in this situation. You don't get it, do you? This toy is broken beyond repair... The attempt to bring in reality into the dephts of my conscience failed. I'm lost, and not even you can see that. Pity may come from lovers, not you. I didn't request that of you. A scorpion could be something else, but his nature shows even in dreams... Bad timing. Bad context. Bad show of force. Sting of the scorpion...

Serial killers and me... the perfect combination.