so....

Things keep swirling about my head, stories and blackness, and swirling chaos. I have had a few weeks of good weather and a good mood, no depression but the winter was bleak and I had a few very bad weeks awhile back. this LJ is meant for those writings that I don't share on my other blog, which is sort of my happy place, or my writing blog because thats mainly drabbles and not the place for random SPN fics. I'm wriing this here because I cant write about the depression there without upsetting friends and family but here is a much smaller circle of friends and I can let the darkness out a bit more.

I know I need to go to the doctor again about the depression as I haven't been for years but right now I'm doing ok, I'm not crying every day and thigns are good I have had happy days. I still hate it here more than I think I should at that is down to me missing the states so much, missing my parents, the dogs, and my friends in California. I talked to my mom last night end ended up sobbing for half an hour after because she had been upset and made me feel upset and guilty. and me crying upset M and H because there was nothing they could do about it. I'm ok today just feel a bit burnt out.. I have some parcels to wrap and take to the post office and H is arguing witht he kids on the street so i will need to go referee but I jsut need a place to shout out and vent and not upset anyone.

I have no idea where this is going and I'm sorry if you stumbled on here and it makes no sense.. I'm not entirely sure I make any sense at the moment...I need a coffee now.. more later maybe..I dont really know.

O death

a drabble I forgot I wrote...inspired by the Supernatural season 5 promo song O death sung by Jen titus.. it dosent really have anythign to do with the Winchesters just what popped into my head when I was listeing to the song...again and again...



The woman sat in the corner facing the door, the shining tips of her knitting needles flashing. Red wool wound about her fingers and she cast on and began to knit. The door opened and a man stood before her, clothes covered in dirt, and crusted old blood, yellow fangs splitting his mouth in a sinister grin. With preternatural speed the vampire pounced and the woman plunged her needles into his chest. The vampire’s pale hands clawing at the silver and oak needles piercing his cold dead heart.

“My name is Death and the end is here….” the woman smiled.


Music: O Death sung but Jen Titus