Melofty castles float in my veins frozen tundras moan under my skin and my high cheekbones, black hair green eyes big hands fine collarbones speak of those who came before me, sing of nobles and peasants humans having lives loving laughing bleeding screaming joining bearing children grandchildren and finally, unintentionally, unknowingly creating me.Me
DepressionThey say that depression is crushing, but they never mention what happens before your life is taken over.Depression
The depression is sneaky. It slinks up beside you as you lay in bed, whispering into your dreams, asking you in its relentless way what the point of your life is, asking you why you get out of bed in the morning, why you even care. And at first you fight back without even realizing it, subconsciously telling yourself that the world matters, than you are happy, that you have something to live for, and for a while this works, but then your mental protestations grow weaker, and the depression twines its fingers through your hair
Weand we live in a beautiful world, although some of us are too blinded by our grief to see it, too crippled by depression to live it, too darkened by despair to realize that it's even there, and we go on all our days, trapped within a prison we've made for ourselves out of our cynicism and pain, and we live in a beautiful world but none of us know it.We
RantI think it's impossible to know everything about yourself. How do you know how you'll react when your mom dies, and how do you know what you'll do when you're running from an out-of-control car? You don't. Not until it happens. And if you don't know those things, how can you really know who you are? It gets even harder to know yourself when you factor in the fact that everyone lies, whether they realize it or not, in their interactions with people. It's a constant lie. Because we want to fit in, because we want to be loved, we'll say anything, act any way we have to to get that approval. And if you don't, they lock you up, call you a sociopatRant
So I've Been Gone...
Llama
I'm a friend of Courtney's. Soo. I decided to watch you. 8D
Not that that's creepy or anything. >.>
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I'm funky, not a junkie, but I know where to get it.
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"I am half sick of shadows," said the Lady Of Shalott.
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And from his heart grew a red, red rose, and from her heart a briar.
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