obsessive-solitude

Everyone is so sad. I'm terribly sad at the moment. My friend from school, Laura, whom I've known since we were 8 is back in my city. She lives in Canada now working for ebay, so successful. She's back here because her little brother committed suicide. Hanged himself from his bedroom ceiling. He is the same age as my little brother, 18 years old. Only 18. He left a note saying he wasn't depressed, that he'd finished doing everything he needed to do in life and it was time to go. So tragic. So incredibly sad. It's raised my own awareness that life isn't easy. That other people aren't necessarily as happy as I can sometimes be. It's also ra

it has taken so long, an incredibly long time for me to summon up the courage to actually post photos on here. so fucking long i worked myself into a slight frenzy and posted pictures quite without thinking. now, some are Scraps and others, Deviantions. I particularly want the Scraps viewed because two represent my love re-birthed. And I say re-birthed with complete sincerity because a love that I had had been nutured, and kept close to my heart for years and then all of a sudden in a flurry of words, whips, violet wands, handcuffs and Mistresses...the love increased, magnified and became infinitely larger - spontanaeously combusting over and

they're all gone I took dad to the airport last night for his flight to Dubai then Paris to meet Mum and Ben all I have is Dave & Ezra here but Mum and Dad are gone and I feel the emptiness so deeply so fucking profound god it hurts