I do not need to be saved


				*From the mind of Belle Morte* *I do not need to be saved*



	Home \| The fun with humans and nightmares \| I do not need to be saved \| Playing with Bikers \| I miss my men \| I drink because \| And there he is \| Herculaneum \| Who I was, is no longer


		Where have the days of amusement and excitement gone? Never in my life have I spent so much time doing nothing. Some days I think that death was more kind. At least while I was being painfully recreated I could feel something. I would eagerly welcome pain right now. How have I put myself in this situation? Sitting for days on end in the daycare without leaving. Drinking myself into a stupor every moment. Ok. Yes, I have always been fond of whiskey, but I had never taken it to this level before. But those nagging feelings stop when I drink. So drink I shall.



		I am so tired of people pointing out that I am a drunk! Do they think that my drinking habits have slipped my observation, and that by reminding me of it I will see the error of my ways? This is not an intervention. I do not need to be saved. Maybe the next time a moron feels the need to inform me of my sloppy lifestyle, I will inform them that I most likely ate their ancestors.



		Perhaps if there was something worth my attention, It wouldnt be so focused on a bottle. *Can I Stay sane inside insanity?*