Kelsey, you are the best friend and cousin that a girl could have. You have called me every day, even when you were having your own troubles to deal with. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here.

My cousin is the coolest person I have ever met. You see, on Novermber 21st, 2004, I was going to kill myself. I had already taken three bottles of pills, and then the phone rang. It was Kelsey. I was in tears by that time, and she talked me out of it. I still don't know how she did it...

Anyways, I am a LOT better, now. Plus, I'm living with my grandparents, which is fun (grandparents on my dad's side. the ones on my mum's side [who are also Kelsey's] are strict). Plus, I might get to go to America this summer to visit Kelsey! That will be AWESOME!

Anyways, I better close, since it's LATE! Bye!

I am so sorry about such a lack of posting! I have been highly busy. I really have gotten mixed up. I haven't even talked to Star since last month. You see, for the past two years, I've been living with my cousin because my mum has been in India, and my stepdad (my dad died a year ago) has been with her.

So, I get a call this morning saying that there's an emergency and that I have to get to my family's house immediately. I caught a taxi and hurried to North London, where my family's home is. I get there, thinking that there have been vandals, as there have been several times in the past year.

But guess who I see when I get there? My mum was standing on the porch with two babies in her arms, and I see that she is EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT!! She says that my stepdad got caught up in a shooting accident in New Delhi a month after she got here. But for Araylia's sake! It's been exactly twenty-three months since that, and they were there because of my stepdad.

I was so angry that I just turned around, caught a taxi, and here I am in Cafe Lemae, the only beatnik/Beatles-worshipping cafe left in London, and I'm just typing on here, relieved that they still have the wireless internet connection for my laptop.

Not even one of my favourite artists, Celine Dion, can not calm me down. I have a five year old sister back in Surrey, that doesn't even know about my mum, because she's living with a foster family, that was barely even three years old when she left.

I think I'll see if I can stay at my boyfriend's apartment tonight. You see, he and a couple of his mates were fed up with their parents, and so they ended  up emanciating themselves and now they live in a flat in East London. He and his mates said I'm always able to stay there when I'm fed up with my aunt and uncle and cousin.

Well, I suppose I better go. I don't want them to shut off the 'net before I post. Anyways, sorry again about the lack of bloggin'.

Sorry for lack of postage.... trouble at school... I SWEAR I didn't spray paint the doors of all the school doors pink! Honestly! Well.... I did, but I didn't do it alone! My boyfriend, Darian, was helping me... Anyways, here's an interesting list of some tell tale signs of whether or not your friend is cutting herself... My physciatrist wants me to try and post a list every time.... Damn. There's probably several more, but it's really late, and I want to sleep. G'night.

 

TELL TALE SIGNS THAT YOUR FRIEND IS CUTTING HERSELF

• All of a sudden, her arms are covered in cuts, but she says that she tripped and scratched up her arms.
• She has a bad family life, and admits it, yet she defends her family.
• (If she tends to be really good about doing her homework) She suddenly stops studying/doing homework or she starts studying WAAAY more than usual.

 

Hello. My name is Kess, which is short for Kelsey K. Price. I live in London, England, and I have a cousin on this website, Starlight. You can find her at my Friends list, on which I will soon add her. I am thirteen years old, a "Goth", and I have an eating disorder called Anorexia Nervosa.

I have been told by my physciatrist (fuck you, Dr Pynn!) to create a webjournal or buy a journal to record my thoughts in. He said he will not read the entries. Thank the Wiccan gods! I am indeed a Wiccan, and have been since I was eleven years old.

I have many negative thoughts, which happens to be the result of my anorexia, my depression, bitter feelings, and my social disorder. So far, I have yet to find another person other than my cousin to help relieve my depression, but as Starlight lives in America, it is too expensive for me to call her all the time.

To all of you on the net with depression, anxiety disorders, anorexia, or any plain old problems: Please email me or comment on my page! As a fellow sufferer, I know how you feel. I happen to have a "talent" for helping people. Anyways, I better be off, as I've got to be going to school, and it is way too late right now.

Adieu,
Bloody Wrists, AKA Black Pheonix