So, I know all of these have been depressing. So here's a few slightly amusing things, mostly from childhood ( Read more... )

My day ( Read more... )

I feel- awful ( Read more... )

It's like I'm not even here. No one can see me, no one can see how I feel. That I feel like my whole word is coming down, they can't see the constant pressure behind my eyes and in my chest from holding the tears in because I'm afraid they won't stop once they start ( Read more... )

Attempting to write my paper on the purity of souls, I can't help but comment on the futile attempts of innocence. How can naivety and forgiveness through all circumstances be appreciated when our society places such emphasis on compelling sexuality, and disregards those who disagree as nonconformists of the society. Sex, sex, sex- it's all that ( Read more... )

I regret it. I regret opening my mouth, saying it and I hate hate hate the way it sounded, sounds, so final and harsh and disgusting and true. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, and I hate the way you see me now. Now, I am no longer Me. No, I can't get into your head, but I thought I knew you, and in that hypothetical knowledge was me. Crazy me, a me ( Read more... )

I'm jumping on the bandwagon, but a bit too late. It doesn't matter, I needed to know that I could connect with the reassurance that I wouldn't ( Read more... )