You need to get another obsession than me, like knitting or embroidery, or something useful that's not a danger to other peoples health, both the mental and the physical.
That's right! I'm not done with you envious bitches just yet. Far from it! Nothing's over until the last word is spoken, and I can assure you that the last word will forever be mine. I shall, despite you're not worthy of any kindness, tell you why. Because YOU ARE CHICKENS!!! Yup! That's right! You're… Continue reading Envious bitches: vol. III
That's right! I'm talking to you envious bitches again. All of you who're not capable of seeing other peoples friendship prosper and be fruitful, especially not someone you've spend years stalking and get to know, so you can be as destructive as possible in as short time as possible just because you rodents are unable… Continue reading Envious bitches; vol. II
That's right! I'm talking to you! The envious bitches with nothing better to do than to wage war against others because you just can't help yourself and all the hatred you carry, but are unable to control and unwilling to deal with in therapi. Exactly! All you bitches who're not fit to admit your flaws,… Continue reading Envious bitches
A ruling technique of evil doers in relationships were silence is used to suppress the other part of a given relation, wether it's work related, between lawyer and client, lovers, family members, friends or any connection where cooperation and dialog is a necessity for the bond to work proparly. The silent treatment is meant to… Continue reading The silent treatment
I have ended my abusive relationship with alcohol. I still have a beer now and then, or a sip of my home made cloudberry liqueur, but the obsessive feeling of "must have" has stopped. I believe for good. At least it feels like it's for good, and I have learned to trust myself on that… Continue reading My Queendom has arised
I feel an unassailable strenght within the depths of my soul, a solidity of spirit that nothing can defeat. Like the walls of an ancient temple, complited in marble, damaged by wars, but rebuilt and sealed with Roman concrete. Indistructable, unbreakable and everlasting. Created to survive the fall of sivilisations and the end of time,… Continue reading The awakening of the first born
When I was younger I was an unyielding defender of satire as the best possible form of critic of authorities and oppressive ideas, cultur and laws. I still am, uncompromisingly defending the right to ridicule ridiculous abuse of power, or attempt to abuse power in any way that can not be explained with some sort… Continue reading The pencil and the sword!
Every time I'm sitting down to write about my post-christmas-depression treatment I find myself procrastinating over Facebook memes and listening to really cheerfull music and totally screwing up my unhappy vibes. It's impossible to write about how sad I was at the end of last year when I'm listening to Bonny M, Amira Willighagen or… Continue reading Post-Christmas-depression treatment
It is said that the devil loves secrets unspoken. Particularly those which gnaw like demons on a tormented soul. Can this raging demons be defeated without taken them by their horns? Can evil be killed with silence? Can I restrict the demons in my heart by not talking about them, or just forget that they… Continue reading Victims of human trafficking