Here I am, up late, can't sleep, wishing I didn't feel like this. I wish I wasn't angry, but I am. If I was sad, crying myself to sleep, wanting to die, it would be beter than this, cuz at least that...didn't even care enough about me to open the fucking box that I left for her!!! I put so much work into that box and she didn't even have the sommon descency to look inside, and I hate her fo it!  

... My safe haven, my hideout in my head, is filled with what most people would call “weird stuff”. In reality people reject the unfamiliar. I relish it, and its all that the eye can see in my place. My catharsis, my place, may be a figment of the imagination, but its comforting to know that I have a place where nobody else goes. My place is not mainstream, not cookie cutter, and definitely not majority...

My life feels like it's falling apart.  I'm not quite sure if it's a good thing.  So many books preach about letting go, and releasing your burdens... but I feel a loss of purpose when I try to do so...laconic and cheerful to be a total idiot.  The best thing about myself?  My ability to laugh at me-self and life in general.  Maybe the road to happiness is lined with whoopee cushions?  Who knows

...writting blogs with a list of things they wish they could say to people that never will. I find that lately I have alot of pent up aggression so perhaps in writting this it'll give me the much needed catharsis I've been longing for, perhaps I'm such desperate need to write and express myself in a way that isn't some school assignment, live journal will my toilet bowl and this writiing will be all the...

Роясь в интернете нашел раритетные записи, пожалуй в лучшие времена группы Catharsis , просто потому, что это были времена Антона Ариха и его творческого гения. Бывший барабанщик группы Владимир Мучнов выложил в интернет единственный постановочный клип группы на песню Inner Devotion c дебютного альбома Proles Florum . Смотреть на Youtube Скачать Если не считать качества звука и обрывка...

...вступлением. Забавно то, что теперь добрая половина песен у меня ассоциируется с Припятью. И та же Korsика (Ты не проиграл, небо удержал на плечах на своих. Ты не победил, и бежать нет сил, и дышать нет сил!"), и тот же Catharsis ("Дальше - тишина, остров для блаженных, сердца глубина... преклони колени!). Казалось бы, при чем тут вообще Припять? "Что он Гекубе, что ему Гекуба?" А, вот же ж. ;)

Today, we went to a child's first birthday party, and the only people we knew were the kid and his parents (and another kid/parents combo). The whole thing was in the grandparent's cozy house, and I found...IT TO YOURSELF, CRONE!" Then I would resume my conversation with my host, provided I had not just cursed out his mother, which would make him either angry or elated, depending. Ah, that feels better

... I wouldn't have expected it to be less than painful. Work today required me to take a relatively long drive, had to go to James Island and back. And it gave me a good bit of thinking/contemplating/catharsis time. On the way there, I turned up some Weezer ("Take Control" is the perfect song for this, I swear), and it felt pretty darn good. I'd thought to let Maladroit play out, but then I decided...

...get this down while it was still relatively fresh in my mind. Now I think I'll go wash my face and get something to eat. Soon, this melancholy will lift and I'll feel better. The Word of the Day is Catharsis. *Future Subject the First: discuss how I can't go back to places I've lived before. **Future Subject the Second: discuss feelings of abandonment. ***Future Subject the Third: discuss the...

...than I could have done and I have a manip and ficlet under the cut, exploring a form of escapism for Angel and Spike. It's a little dark, rated R for language and religious imagery. Catharsis     The blood-stained Bible is sacrilegious enough to soothe him.   He’s naked beneath the cassock and once the sermonising and penance is done, they’ll fuck. He smears more crimson...