ARGH.

Well, people should be happy to know that I survived the research and almost entire completion of my essay on religious self-mutilation without SIng. Yay!

Unfortunately, if I don't get a hold of my sanity soon it's going to happen again... you know that feeling of somethnig bad that's going to happen, and you're just stuck waiting for it to ambush you?

That's where I'm at. I can't deal with the thoughts, the anxiety attacks, my mood swings and the stress I'm under all at the same time anymore.

I need it. I miss it. I want it. I just don't know where the motivation temporarily disappeared to.

Now THAT is sad and pathetic.

Christina the sad, pathetic, whiney, mopey, self-centred twit.

grrrrrrrrrr.