Friday, 15 October 2010

I wish I was dead

About a year ago I blew out the candles on my birthday cake. In my
stream of consciousness 'I' wished for something. I wished I was dead,
but it wasn't my wish. It wasn't my thought. In my head the thought came
from somewhere else.

Since that day I've quit two jobs because I was suicidal. I've not made
an attempt recently but I wish I had. Another day of this life is too
much but I still get through it one day at a time.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"