Life can suck pretty badly sometimes. Did you know that depression is a chemical thing in your brain? That if you get that chemical imbalance sorted out, things will look totally different? It's true. I kid you not. Why would I lie to you? If I don't know you, why should I give a shit if you live or die? Why am I wanting you to listen to me? Been there, done that, and lucky, lucky, lucky me, I'm still here. And I think one of the MANY reasons I'm still here is to save your sorry ass from that oogy place in Outer Darkness that suicides go to. You think it sucks here? Shit, man. You ain't seen nuthin!
On my blog (Christina's Blog), I'm going to get into what it's all about on The Other Side. I don't give sweet doodie if you believe in the Other Side or not. Cuz it's still there whether you believe in it or not. And, trust me, it is shitty over there if you don't end up in the right place.
Check out the Screenplays page for a synopsis of The Soul Eaters -- what it's like over there if you end up in the WRONG PLACE.
Hearts and flowers. Ain't they cute? Bleh. It's because of those stars and the eternal darkness in the background that I chose this template. Trying to make you think of the BIG picture. We're not going talk about the hood here. Not the state or province. Least of all those assholes in your fucking school or workplace. We are going to talk about the whole m-f-in' yoo-nee-verse! Stick with me. At least see what I have to say. If you still want to do yourself in? That's your decision. I am not responsible for anyone else's choices. Nor are you, as a matter of fact.
Anyway. Come on in. Check me out. Listen to my story. Talk to me. Contact me if you need to. Follow me on my blog (Christina's Blog). I'm here. (I volunteered for this gig if you can believe it.)
Yeah, eh? Life is just like ... so oogy, eh? "omg! I missed the bus this morning." Jeezuz fucking Murphy! This is your fucking problem? This is why you want to kill your fucking self?
Don't give me that. That's just an EXCUSE you are using to justify the feelings that come out of that awful chemical imbalance I mentioned above.
It's totally a chemical imbalance that makes you think that way. It's not even you. Not at all. You are actually a really loveable person and the only one who doesn't like you, is you. (Okay, okay. Maybe there are others who don't like you, but that's because you won't let them know you. I'll get more into that on other pages, too. Meanwhile. Don't off yourself just yet. Listen to me, first. Okay? Can we make a pact here? I have a good idea where you're coming from.)
"It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it."
-- Lena Horne
