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by Kris Reid  June 8, 2010 7:02 pm

 My brains trying not to squeeze through my skull. Whilst My body seems to be missing a soul. I looked in the reflection my face was blurred. My mouth would move but wouldn’t say a word. So I cut my hand smashing that mirror with my fist. Caus I’ve been trying to remember a memory that doesent exist. Im a ghost walking amongst the living and the dead. A broken nightmare replaying in my head. A boy with no dreams is a boy with no talent. A see through heart makes you feel transparent. I’m stuck with this  false vision. The truth in this lie is I’m trapped in my own prison. My face seems to be one that’s always forgotten. A head that can’t work out how it’s thoughts turnt rotten. I’m up in the clouds having a chat with the lord. Talking in his ear he’s telling me he’s bored. The floor starts to break under my feet. As  I watch hell transend through the street. Can it be repaired I can’t stop this friction. My thoughts rub on my brain like it’s some kind of addiction. There’s something missing behind my appearence. When I try to find out I get blocked by some kind of interference. Trying to buriey the past but it won’t stay in the ground. It goes missing but somehow gets found.      

by Kris Reid   3:06 pm

I looked in the reflection my face was blurred. My mouth would move but wouldn’t say a word. So I cut my hand smashing that mirror with my fist. Caus I’ve been trying to remember a memory that doesent exist. Im a ghost walking amongst the living and the dead. A broken nightmare replaying in my head. A boy with no dreams is a boy with out talent. A see through heart makes you feel transparent. I’m stuck with this  false vision. The truth in this lie is I’m trapped in my own prison. My face seems to be one that’s always forgotten. A head that can’t work out how it’s thoughts turnt rotten. I’m up in the clouds having a chat with the lord. Talking in his ear he’s telling me he’s bored. Can it be repaired I can’t stop this friction. My thoughts rub on my brain like it’s some kind of addiction. There’s something missing behind my appearence. When I try to find out I get blocked by some kind of interference. Trying to buriey the past but it won’t stay in the ground. It goes missing but somehow gets found.      

by Kris Reid  June 3, 2010 7:36 am

to fix it? It’s been smashed and scattered into hundreds of pieces, so it’ll take someone who knows what they’re doing…

by Kris Reid  May 31, 2010 7:06 pm

my car broke down in my school parking lot, and then when my mom came to get me in her car, her car broke down too. she got her’s started, but i had to get my car towed to the mechanic shop. while the car was sitting in the car mechanic’s parking lot, along with other cars waiting to get fixed, a big snowstorm hit my town. while a huge truck was going down the road in front of the mechanic’s parking lot, the truck slid and went off the road into the parking lot and smashed into my car. it smashed into my car and 3 other cars, out of the 50 cars in the parking lot. now not only do i need the engine in stuff fixed, now i need my back bumper repaired. *sigh*……

by Kris Reid  May 26, 2010 11:04 am

Yesterday my roommate did not allow me to use his computer for one minute when he was in the kitchen cooking even though I him that I needed to submit a physics assignment that I forget to and I ended up losing 10 points when I submitted it late at library. I then went to his bedroom where he was using his computer and stung his ear with a thick rubber band 3 times and then told him he is a big fat ugly clumsy nerd who uses his computer all day because he has no friends or a girlfriend. He then physically attacked me because his self esteem was lowered and I had him in a headlock and kept punching him until he had bite one of my fingers and got loose and ran to his bedroom and locked the door and cried like a baby. I then taunted him by standing outside his bedroom and chanting that he is a fat ugly crybaby nerd he then smashed his bedroom door and now has to pay $200 to repair it because I told housing that he did it.

by Kris Reid  May 12, 2010 11:32 am

Your Open QuestionShow me another »
Is it OCD, Anxiety, or bipolar?
I am constant worry. I mainly worry about things like earth quakes. “Did you feel that?” – “Did you hear that?”. The building at my work makes the weirdest creeking sound when a truck drives by or the wind is strong. I know I am not hearning things because my co-workers hear it too. They just are just not creeped out about it like I am.
I also have two boys. One is 7 and the other is 2. I am in constant worry that someone is going to take them, break into our house, we are going to have some type of natural disaster and they are going to be hurt, or killed, or emotionally scarred for life.
Sometimes when I am in the shower (and I’ve gotten alot better about this) I hear a bang, smash or one of them crying when they are really not). This only occurs when I know I cant hear them.
Recently the light bulb went out in the refridgerator and my husband told me about it. The next day when I went to the refridg. I swore that the refridge wasn’t cold anymore. I thought it was broken, so I called a repair guy and Sears. My husband came home and said it was fine.

Oh I am in constant worry about my electical outlets. I worry that furniture or curtains or anything is too close to them and we will have a fire.

I use to wash my hand obsessively but it was only because I smoke cigarettes and I hated the smell. I dont smoke hardly as much so I dont wash my hands as much.

Oh and I have bad thoughts. This is the major things that bugs me. When I am driving in the car and I am about to go through an intersection I get super tense thinking that someone is going to run the red light and t-bone me. I picture when we are going over a bridge or freeway overpass that it’s going to break apart, or the “Big One” is going to happen the moment we are on it.

I also have thoughts after I get in an arguement with my husband that maybe he might kill us when we sleep.. only because I see all those fathers killing their families then killing themselves on the news lately.

Oh and I did go to my primary doctor by the way – though he would referr me out. However I didn’t know he does these mental health recovery classes and knows more about mental health then I ever imagined. He says that I need to retrain my brain. He prescribed me 50mg of Zoloft as I told him that I was on it many years ago for Post partum depression. It’s been 2 weeks & 4 days since being back on it.
The awful side effects are finally gone but I dont feel much of a difference in being anxious. I still worry. Should I give it more time?

by Kris Reid  May 8, 2010 3:42 am

my dad let me borrow his laptop but there’s like a dent in it and the screan looks like a smashed window!
Am i screwed? i was thinking of getting it quickly repaired and then giving it him back but how much would it cost?

by Kris Reid  April 21, 2010 3:31 am

Silence

Flowers strewn across the room, petals all around,
When I get up off the floor, my ears a high pitched sound.
Never ever, go away, I hate you, still echo in the room,
Bottle smashed upside my head, need to get help soon.

I finally make it to my feet, in the mirror to my surprise,
Written in red lipstick it said, I’m sick of all your lies.
Still unsteady on my feet, I stumble down the stairs,
Pour myself a double scotch, my head needed repairs.

Why it happened I don’t know, could only take a guess,
A fight took place, it’s obvious, the living rooms a mess.
I looked around, my head did pound, only broken glass,
She had taken everything, then knocked me on my ass.

I’d come home to make up, that much I could remember,
Other than that it’s all a blur, no wait, it is September.
Thats the last time I make up, without a bodyguard,
The words that said I’m sorry, a torn up greeting card.
2emo4u, This is just me writing emo poetry. I’m glad you liked it.

by Kris Reid  April 6, 2010 4:47 am

My car was hit from behind well it was parked and the left corner of my bumper was smashed in with scratch marks.It looks worse then i know it will take to fix it.

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