Dancing in Misery paints a repellent dipiction; a portrayal to the uncertain whom places themselves as superior, throne to judge. But I'm a witness to their doing. An everyday, conversational beholder who derives opinions of my own, which I keep hidden in the waves of this present dance. I just keep my feet up, weightless and pure, striving for

I'm tortured when I'm at a loss for words. It's complete agony having all this time run away and all this disgust weigh me down. Pacing back and forth between decisions is just adjunct. I sometimes wish I was hidebound and not full of opinion.

One day, in the mists of feeling deprived, I stepped out on my back porch where the fog choked my cries and I surprisingly spotted a cocoon slowly moving. It struggled in it's movement, quietly thrashing left and right, ignoring the dewy morning. I leaned down to watch closely as this creature broke through it's thin shell. I felt so privileged ( Read more... )

She works with pace, killing time, as if her life depended on it. I watch patiently on the couch, with the pillows surrounding me. Everyone is absorb in their work, but I can't just sit there and ignore the beauty that works in front of me. She is one of God's best creations. Better then chocolate, or the accomplishment of control. She is an Angel ( Read more... )

When God casts his angels above my surroundings, I can feel them. One sings in harmony while the other whispers wisbom in both of my stubborn ears. He always has a way to sprinkle inspiration along my path when boredom with life strikes me through depression. Whether it's the tranquilizing voice of Sarah McLachlan, or a mistake upon my own actions ( Read more... )

In my mind I hear him tell me that we live to succeed and we strive to conquer. Mind over matter is a strong power, that'll raise you above the others that have built in support.

I must say I always end in a rut with conversations now-a-days. I want to blame adulescense, but it's the medicine that's taken me away from my true emotions. And all I want to say is I'm sorry, because I knew that if I wasn't on Prozac or Zoloft I would hide from my pride and depend on the necessities in life. Like Love, Friendship, and Passion. ( Read more... )

And life goes on ( Read more... )

Today..wow today was a ache in my side. Andrew Committied suicide. Him and I always debated in English class about our beliefs and I always got so wound up! And now that bright, intelligent boy..is gone..is flushed away. Just yesturday he was laughing with Abbey.Now.he's looking down at his creation of confusion and fate. What a state to be. I ( Read more... )

He won't stop eating..and it's making me sick..It makes me not want to ever touch food again. Justworkitoutkillthefat.

woa what is going on?

just stay away...