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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/"><title>My Manic Life</title><link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>My Manic Life</title><link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/fa/a8161bcf18df5607c5ef092d5a056d_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/misery-5032449/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/06/i-m-not-sure-i-get-this-whole-blog-thingy-4992109/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/suicide-4978820/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/crap-crap-amp-more-crap-4978522/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/23/a-poem-i-wrote-many-years-ago-4915823/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/failed-as-usual-4909610/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/03/why-does-love-hurt-so-much-4813984/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/01/a-bit-about-me-4808836/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/misery-5032449/"><default:title>Misery</default:title><default:link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/misery-5032449/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-11-14T00:26:41+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;My son Jordan (age 2) was rushed to hospital by ambulance last night.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He had an asthma attack and was also diagnosed with a viral infection.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Seeing my little boy gasping and panting for breath was heart breaking and to make matters worse his twin sister has a cold and my 6 month old son has a viral infection too and my 8yr old daughter has a cold and earache.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So all my children are poorly, Some more so than others but all poorly in one way or another. It makes me question myself as a mother. The Dr said it's common for this to happen at this time of year but that doesn't make me feel any better.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My health visitor says I have post natal depression, I admit things are really hard for me at the moment. I can't even begin to write about all the crap that's going on in my life. I don't feel like I can cope anymore. My head is full of suicidal thoughts, thoughts of running away and not coming back, I know in my heart I will not kill myself and I certainly don't WANT to die, I could never leave my kids that way but still I do think about it and ask myself "what if" "what would happen" and so on.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I feel so emotionally drained at the moment, I just want to run away from it all, I'm so unhappy and my heart is in pain.           &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My marriage is hanging together by a thread for reasons I am solely responsible for. I'm nasty and bad tempered towards my husband everyday and I don't know why.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I try and be nice to him but I always end up lashing out and saying hurtful things, Things I don't mean. I love him more than words could ever express and I don't understand my behaviour. I feel so guilty for everything I have said and done and yet I keep doing it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am a complete failure at being a wife and I'm an even worse mother.    I always said I would never hurt my children like my mother hurt me but I am already. I avoid being around them as much as possible and when I am with them I'm irritable and moody. My 6 month old son probably hardly knows me, his father is his mother, I am someone who looks after him once in a while....We live in the same house yet I probably see him for less than 2 hours a day. I hide in my bedroom and let his father look after him and the other children.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am sitting here deeply ashamed as I write this, I fail my children everyday...They deserve more than I can give. I don't deserve to be there mother.   My children are ill and I feel sorry for myself! How Pathetic!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/misery-5032449/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>My son Jordan (age 2) was rushed to hospital by ambulance last night.</p>
	<p>He had an asthma attack and was also diagnosed with a viral infection.</p>
	<p>Seeing my little boy gasping and panting for breath was heart breaking and to make matters worse his twin sister has a cold and my 6 month old son has a viral infection too and my 8yr old daughter has a cold and earache.</p>
	<p>So all my children are poorly, Some more so than others but all poorly in one way or another. It makes me question myself as a mother. The Dr said it's common for this to happen at this time of year but that doesn't make me feel any better.</p>
	<p>My health visitor says I have post natal depression, I admit things are really hard for me at the moment. I can't even begin to write about all the crap that's going on in my life. I don't feel like I can cope anymore. My head is full of suicidal thoughts, thoughts of running away and not coming back, I know in my heart I will not kill myself and I certainly don't WANT to die, I could never leave my kids that way but still I do think about it and ask myself "what if" "what would happen" and so on.</p>
	<p>I feel so emotionally drained at the moment, I just want to run away from it all, I'm so unhappy and my heart is in pain.           </p>
	<p>My marriage is hanging together by a thread for reasons I am solely responsible for. I'm nasty and bad tempered towards my husband everyday and I don't know why.</p>
	<p>I try and be nice to him but I always end up lashing out and saying hurtful things, Things I don't mean. I love him more than words could ever express and I don't understand my behaviour. I feel so guilty for everything I have said and done and yet I keep doing it.</p>
	<p>I am a complete failure at being a wife and I'm an even worse mother.    I always said I would never hurt my children like my mother hurt me but I am already. I avoid being around them as much as possible and when I am with them I'm irritable and moody. My 6 month old son probably hardly knows me, his father is his mother, I am someone who looks after him once in a while....We live in the same house yet I probably see him for less than 2 hours a day. I hide in my bedroom and let his father look after him and the other children.</p>
	<p>I am sitting here deeply ashamed as I write this, I fail my children everyday...They deserve more than I can give. I don't deserve to be there mother.   My children are ill and I feel sorry for myself! How Pathetic!</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/misery-5032449/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/06/i-m-not-sure-i-get-this-whole-blog-thingy-4992109/"><default:title>Hate Hate Hate</default:title><default:link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/06/i-m-not-sure-i-get-this-whole-blog-thingy-4992109/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-11-06T04:40:04+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm not sure I get this whole blog thingy....anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;My health visitor came today, he says I have post natal depression...No shit sherlock!&lt;br&gt;
I'm not an idiot, I knew that already.&lt;br&gt;
So what am I going to do about it?      Nothing.&lt;br&gt;
I don't want to go back on anti depressants and I certainly don't want to do the whole "therapy" thing.&lt;br&gt;
I don't want to pour my guts out to a stranger who gets paid to listen to my crap.&lt;br&gt;
WTF good will that do? I have done therapy before for my depression and it's a waste of bloody time.&lt;br&gt;
I DONT feel better sharing my problems with a counsellor. I don't like sharing what goes on in my head.&lt;br&gt;
Ok so I guess that's what I'm doing now but I'm only sharing a tiny bit, I'm not sharing my deepest darkest thoughts, Fuck if I did that I'd be sectioned!     Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have been depressed for....erm...well I can't remember a time I wasn't depressed!&lt;br&gt;
It's something that I have lived with for a long long time, I also have anger issues, I can fly into a rage at the drop off a hat.&lt;br&gt;
I could blame my mother for she is a twat and I doubt has the capacity to love anyone but herself,&lt;br&gt;
I could blame my abusive childhood, I could blame my upbringing in care,&lt;br&gt;
I could blame a lot of things for my depressive nature but if I'm honest with myself I truly believe I am mentally flawed in some way.&lt;br&gt;
I don't think or feel like normal people, I don't understand "happy" people, Truth be told I don't understand "normal" people.&lt;br&gt;
I don't fit in with "normal" and don't say there is no such thing as normal!  There is that stereotypical normal that most people are, or at least try to be.&lt;br&gt;
I stopped trying to fit in and be normal a long time ago.&lt;br&gt;
I am a self confessed loner, I have one friend and that's my husband. I have no other friends at all. It's been that way since I left school.&lt;br&gt;
My reasoning is, the less people I allow in my life the less people there are to hurt me or stab me in the back.&lt;br&gt;
I do a lot of "people watching", I watch the world go by and I look at society today and I hate what I see.&lt;br&gt;
Selfishness, Arrogance, Greed, Drugs, Spite, Violence, I hate the way most people see nothing but what goes on in there own life.&lt;br&gt;
I hate the fact that there are more nasty and selfish people in the world than there are nice people.&lt;br&gt;
I hate the fact that I can't trust anyone because there are so many bastards in the world.&lt;br&gt;
I hate the fact I hate so much.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/06/i-m-not-sure-i-get-this-whole-blog-thingy-4992109/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><span>I'm not sure I get this whole blog thingy....anyway...</span></p>
	<p><span>My health visitor came today, he says I have post natal depression...No shit sherlock!<br>
I'm not an idiot, I knew that already.<br>
So what am I going to do about it?      Nothing.<br>
I don't want to go back on anti depressants and I certainly don't want to do the whole "therapy" thing.<br>
I don't want to pour my guts out to a stranger who gets paid to listen to my crap.<br>
WTF good will that do? I have done therapy before for my depression and it's a waste of bloody time.<br>
I DONT feel better sharing my problems with a counsellor. I don't like sharing what goes on in my head.<br>
Ok so I guess that's what I'm doing now but I'm only sharing a tiny bit, I'm not sharing my deepest darkest thoughts, Fuck if I did that I'd be sectioned!     Again...</span></p>
	<p><span>I have been depressed for....erm...well I can't remember a time I wasn't depressed!<br>
It's something that I have lived with for a long long time, I also have anger issues, I can fly into a rage at the drop off a hat.<br>
I could blame my mother for she is a twat and I doubt has the capacity to love anyone but herself,<br>
I could blame my abusive childhood, I could blame my upbringing in care,<br>
I could blame a lot of things for my depressive nature but if I'm honest with myself I truly believe I am mentally flawed in some way.<br>
I don't think or feel like normal people, I don't understand "happy" people, Truth be told I don't understand "normal" people.<br>
I don't fit in with "normal" and don't say there is no such thing as normal!  There is that stereotypical normal that most people are, or at least try to be.<br>
I stopped trying to fit in and be normal a long time ago.<br>
I am a self confessed loner, I have one friend and that's my husband. I have no other friends at all. It's been that way since I left school.<br>
My reasoning is, the less people I allow in my life the less people there are to hurt me or stab me in the back.<br>
I do a lot of "people watching", I watch the world go by and I look at society today and I hate what I see.<br>
Selfishness, Arrogance, Greed, Drugs, Spite, Violence, I hate the way most people see nothing but what goes on in there own life.<br>
I hate the fact that there are more nasty and selfish people in the world than there are nice people.<br>
I hate the fact that I can't trust anyone because there are so many bastards in the world.<br>
I hate the fact I hate so much.<br>
</span></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/06/i-m-not-sure-i-get-this-whole-blog-thingy-4992109/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/suicide-4978820/"><default:title>Suicide.</default:title><default:link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/suicide-4978820/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-11-03T23:09:06+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Suicide is not chosen: It happens when pain exceeds coping resources.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Suicide is easy, It's living with the pain and need to die that's hard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/suicide-4978820/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Suicide is not chosen: It happens when pain exceeds coping resources.</p>
	<p>Suicide is easy, It's living with the pain and need to die that's hard.</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/suicide-4978820/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/crap-crap-amp-more-crap-4978522/"><default:title>Crap,Crap &amp; More Crap</default:title><default:link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/crap-crap-amp-more-crap-4978522/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-11-03T22:10:26+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Had A Crap Birthday (31st Oct) to go with my crap life..whats the fuckin point of all this crap!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/crap-crap-amp-more-crap-4978522/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Had A Crap Birthday (31st Oct) to go with my crap life..whats the fuckin point of all this crap!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/crap-crap-amp-more-crap-4978522/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/23/a-poem-i-wrote-many-years-ago-4915823/"><default:title>A poem I wrote many years ago.</default:title><default:link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/23/a-poem-i-wrote-many-years-ago-4915823/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-10-23T01:24:41+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You Called Me An Angel&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You called me an angel, there must be a twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've not seen an angel with scars on her wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or blood seeping from dark cuts in her arm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have you ever seen an angel self-harm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;An angel who writes about horror in hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And darkening poems with stories to tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I thought they were beautiful and flew with white wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My lullaby is not what an angel sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A halo of thorns rings my scarred head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not shining white, but a glistening red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My dress is stained; it&amp;rsquo;s ripped and torn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My eyes are dull, my expression is worn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;An angel, well surely she lives without pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No crying or screaming or hurting again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No strangled whispers of slow broken song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;An angel you say? I'm afraid you are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/23/a-poem-i-wrote-many-years-ago-4915823/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span><span><br>You Called Me An Angel&hellip;</span></span></strong></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
	<p><span><span> </span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>You called me an angel, there must be a twist</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>I've not seen an angel with scars on her wrist</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Or blood seeping from dark cuts in her arm,</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Have you ever seen an angel self-harm?</span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>*</span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>An angel who writes about horror in hell</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>And darkening poems with stories to tell,</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>I thought they were beautiful and flew with white wings</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>My lullaby is not what an angel sings.</span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>*</span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>A halo of thorns rings my scarred head</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>Not shining white, but a glistening red,</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>My dress is stained; it&rsquo;s ripped and torn,</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>My eyes are dull, my expression is worn.</span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>*</span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>An angel, well surely she lives without pain?</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>No crying or screaming or hurting again,</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>No strangled whispers of slow broken song</span></span></p>
	<p> </p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>An angel you say? I'm afraid you are wrong.</span></span></p>
	<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
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I fail at being a mother big time, I'm a crap wife and an incompetent&lt;br&gt;
member of society.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Feeling sorry for myself?  Yes and I won't apoloigise for it either.&lt;br&gt;
I really have had some dark thoughts lately, Would it be better if I wasn't around anymore?&lt;br&gt;
I just make my family miserable, They would all be better of without me.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/failed-as-usual-4909610/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I don't think I have ever felt like such a failure in all my life.<br>
I fail at being a mother big time, I'm a crap wife and an incompetent<br>
member of society.</p>
	<p>Feeling sorry for myself?  Yes and I won't apoloigise for it either.<br>
I really have had some dark thoughts lately, Would it be better if I wasn't around anymore?<br>
I just make my family miserable, They would all be better of without me.
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/failed-as-usual-4909610/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/03/why-does-love-hurt-so-much-4813984/"><default:title>Why does love hurt so much?</default:title><default:link>http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/03/why-does-love-hurt-so-much-4813984/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-10-03T01:07:37+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;My husband and I are having some kind of marriage crisis.&lt;br&gt;
We have been argueing for....well for ages really.&lt;br&gt;
I am extremerly hard to live with I must admit, I have a very quick temper and when annoyed I can be a really nasty bitch. I fly of the handle at the slightest things lately.&lt;br&gt;
I have an amazing husband who cooks,cleans and looks after the children, He is gorgeously sexy, strong yet compassionate, he is everything you could want in a man and I treat him like crap! Yes I'm a complete fucking bitch!&lt;br&gt;
Why? I don't know....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm not very good at emotional stuff, I learnt from a very early age that emotions should be hidden, feelings shouldn't be talked about and hugs and kisses are unnecessary and most of all uncomfortable.&lt;br&gt;
Saying sorry is a sign of weakness and defence is the best offence...&lt;br&gt;
I know that's all bullshit but those are the lessons I learnt from my mother and from my abusive childhood.&lt;br&gt;
I am a very negative person, I see the negative side of everything, If I see something positive I view it with deep sceptisism and paranoia...&lt;br&gt;
I have a lot to be happy for, I have 4 gorgeous children, a wonderful husband, a nice home (although it's a fkin mess atm due to the redecorating we are having done since the ceiling fell down, Thats another story!) I don't have any huge financial worries, I mean we have the usual money worries like most people, but we don't need to worry where the next meal is coming from!&lt;br&gt;
I guess if I had to write down my worries and troubles they would be very trivial and I think many a person would swap theres for mine but still I seem ungrateful and often I think feel sorry for myself when deep down I know I'm very lucky.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I always seem to fuck things up, if something is going right you can guarantee I will come along and ruin it.&lt;br&gt;
Why my husband has stayed with me for so long (8yrs) I don't know.&lt;br&gt;
I have anger issues I'm sure...I'm just such a stress head!&lt;br&gt;
I want to be a nicer person, I want to be a better mother and wife, I also want to be a size 0 but that aint gonna happen either!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/03/why-does-love-hurt-so-much-4813984/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>My husband and I are having some kind of marriage crisis.<br>
We have been argueing for....well for ages really.<br>
I am extremerly hard to live with I must admit, I have a very quick temper and when annoyed I can be a really nasty bitch. I fly of the handle at the slightest things lately.<br>
I have an amazing husband who cooks,cleans and looks after the children, He is gorgeously sexy, strong yet compassionate, he is everything you could want in a man and I treat him like crap! Yes I'm a complete fucking bitch!<br>
Why? I don't know....</p>
	<p>I'm not very good at emotional stuff, I learnt from a very early age that emotions should be hidden, feelings shouldn't be talked about and hugs and kisses are unnecessary and most of all uncomfortable.<br>
Saying sorry is a sign of weakness and defence is the best offence...<br>
I know that's all bullshit but those are the lessons I learnt from my mother and from my abusive childhood.<br>
I am a very negative person, I see the negative side of everything, If I see something positive I view it with deep sceptisism and paranoia...<br>
I have a lot to be happy for, I have 4 gorgeous children, a wonderful husband, a nice home (although it's a fkin mess atm due to the redecorating we are having done since the ceiling fell down, Thats another story!) I don't have any huge financial worries, I mean we have the usual money worries like most people, but we don't need to worry where the next meal is coming from!<br>
I guess if I had to write down my worries and troubles they would be very trivial and I think many a person would swap theres for mine but still I seem ungrateful and often I think feel sorry for myself when deep down I know I'm very lucky.</p>
	<p>I always seem to fuck things up, if something is going right you can guarantee I will come along and ruin it.<br>
Why my husband has stayed with me for so long (8yrs) I don't know.<br>
I have anger issues I'm sure...I'm just such a stress head!<br>
I want to be a nicer person, I want to be a better mother and wife, I also want to be a size 0 but that aint gonna happen either!</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Anyway I'm 28 soon to be 29 on Oct 31st (yes halloween), I'm absolutely gutted that I'm past age 25, I feel so old &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/16cry.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;. I don't feel 28 I still feel 21.&lt;br&gt;I'm married to David and we have 4 children.&lt;br&gt;An 8yr old, 21Month old twins! and a 5month old baby (Yes I was that stupid!)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I wish I could say that I find being a parent a joy but right now I can't, It's depressing, exhausting and stressful.&lt;br&gt;I love my children dearly but I must admit being a parent doesn't come naturally to me. I think I have some kind of post-natal depression but I keep avoiding the issue.&lt;br&gt;Moving on...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I used to be a chef, I'm currently working for Avon.&lt;br&gt;I'm also attending weight watchers (having babies kills your figure!) I'm awaiting surgery as I've recently been diagnosed with gallstones and pancreatitis, which let me tell you is sheer agony! &lt;br&gt;I doubt I will get the surgery before Xmas &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-frown.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is all so depressing lol... &lt;br&gt;I'm into the "Goth scene" (purple hair, eyebrow piercing's). lol&lt;br&gt;Anyway enough about me personally...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My day has been pretty crappy, My son is poorly, he has a lot of health problems, Including asthma, eczema and food allergies to name but a few.&lt;br&gt;I took him to the GP today and he has a viral infection of some kind and flu.&lt;br&gt;He's just been really sad and sore today, inside and out!  It's his 2nd birthday on sunday I hope he will be better for that. His twin sister is a little snuffly and so is the baby, they caught it from my husband who has been ill with flu this last week.&lt;br&gt;No doubt I'm next.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I went to weight watchers today, Iv lost 2 stone in total (in about 3 months).&lt;br&gt;(I'll post some pics of myself soon), &lt;br&gt;Anyway I'm boring myself so your probably bored too...&lt;br&gt;I'll update tomorrow. If you read this far thanks &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;DBxx&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Darkbltch.blog.co.uk/2008/10/01/a-bit-about-me-4808836/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I never know what to write when I'm writing about myself, I never try and sound cool or interesting as I just end up looking like a prat so I basically tell it how it is warts and all, Not that I have warts you understand I'm being...what's that word?<br>Metaphorical? Great now I'm trying to sound intelligent and that never works for me either <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/10rolleyessmile.gif" border="0" alt=""></p>
	<p>Anyway I'm 28 soon to be 29 on Oct 31st (yes halloween), I'm absolutely gutted that I'm past age 25, I feel so old <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/16cry.gif" border="0" alt="">. I don't feel 28 I still feel 21.<br>I'm married to David and we have 4 children.<br>An 8yr old, 21Month old twins! and a 5month old baby (Yes I was that stupid!)</p>
	<p>I wish I could say that I find being a parent a joy but right now I can't, It's depressing, exhausting and stressful.<br>I love my children dearly but I must admit being a parent doesn't come naturally to me. I think I have some kind of post-natal depression but I keep avoiding the issue.<br>Moving on...</p>
	<p>I used to be a chef, I'm currently working for Avon.<br>I'm also attending weight watchers (having babies kills your figure!) I'm awaiting surgery as I've recently been diagnosed with gallstones and pancreatitis, which let me tell you is sheer agony! <br>I doubt I will get the surgery before Xmas <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-frown.gif" border="0" alt="">.</p>
	<p>This is all so depressing lol... <br>I'm into the "Goth scene" (purple hair, eyebrow piercing's). lol<br>Anyway enough about me personally...</p>
	<p>My day has been pretty crappy, My son is poorly, he has a lot of health problems, Including asthma, eczema and food allergies to name but a few.<br>I took him to the GP today and he has a viral infection of some kind and flu.<br>He's just been really sad and sore today, inside and out!  It's his 2nd birthday on sunday I hope he will be better for that. His twin sister is a little snuffly and so is the baby, they caught it from my husband who has been ill with flu this last week.<br>No doubt I'm next.</p>
	<p>I went to weight watchers today, Iv lost 2 stone in total (in about 3 months).<br>(I'll post some pics of myself soon), <br>Anyway I'm boring myself so your probably bored too...<br>I'll update tomorrow. If you read this far thanks <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>DBxx</p>
	<p></p>
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