Okay so call me passive agressive but I need to sit and spill because I just sat and simmered for about roughly 24 hours which does include my 4 hours of thought-filled restless sleep last night ( Read more... )

Official adultage is counting down days till it eats me whole ( Read more... )

Something is sitting on me. Holding me down. I can feel it I just cant explain what it is and how to make it stop. I mean, I know Olivia is gone, she couldn't have existed for long anyways, that just not a piece of my life that meant to be. I don't know... I just wake up, and want to go back to sleep. My days continue on like that. I'm not suicidal ( Read more... )

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Orange light pours through the metal bars breaking through to my bare skin. I can smell him here, the scent, his energy seeping under the door and onto my body. Penetrating my soul he looks into me drawling in a breath and crawling into death. He leaves, I cry ( Read more... )

It all comes down to the fact that I cant handle it. I can't seem to handle the reality we live in. Confused. So was I, untill I really sat down in that comfy leather chair and spilled. It was then after an hour of confessional that I knew, I'm just not all here. Now they call if depression well actually they call if Bi-polar disorder. I guess ( Read more... )