This Is For You. Stand Strong~Author's note: I've been having this in my mind for some time, but I needed something to force me to write it down and share it with the world. And today it has happened. Today is the day in which I'm finally going to tell you this.This Is For You. Stand Strong~10 hours ago in Emotional
Some people will say that I'm too yound to say this. Or maybe that I haven't lived enough, or that I haven't passed through enough stuff to have these thoughts. They don't know me at all. But this is not for those. This is for you. For the ones that are either sad, depressed, nervous, with anxiety problems, etc. This is for the ones who need help in any way.
You might already know that everybody have their own problems, even if they are always smiling. Even the helpers. We have our own problems and we cry and we make things we regret later. But we're all humans in the end. And, as humans, we make mistakes. A lot of them. We all fall and we will keep falling once and once again. But there will always be someone who will be right next to you to
Daddy Loves YouPeople say when you are close to death your life flashes before your eyes. Right now, in this moment, as death creeps up on me though, I have to say that statement is false. I am a bit ahead of myself though, so allow me to rewind just a little.Daddy Loves You17 hours ago in Emotional
We were driving home, it is my daughter’s eighth birthday, and for her party, as always, we went to Chuck E. Cheese’s. This was a tradition her mother, my late wife, Rebecca, started. Every year we would go to Chuck E. Cheese’s, the food was subpar and overpriced in my book, but Rebecca and Amy, that’s our daughter, would laugh and play, enjoying all the different games. I couldn’t help but smile at the two, my beautiful girls, the loves of my life.
Rebecca passed away last year; she lost a battle to cancer: it has been hard on the both of us.
I almost forgot Amy’s birthday, I feel that I haven’t been the father I should to her, but it had been hard.
Goodbye (Possibly)So, if you read my status, I won't be uploading here for a while. I don't have any motivation to draw anymore. For around a year now, I have been struggling with anxiety and depression. I have attempted suicide once.Goodbye (Possibly)6 hours ago in Emotional
I am near my breaking point. My girlfriend is moving and I won't see her for a long time. I fear I may do something stupid that will either lead me to a psych ward or a coffin.
This being said, I don't know if I will ever really continue to draw a lot. I don't want to stop drawing, but these mental disorders are taking over. I can't focus on anything anymore and my life is falling to pieces.
I'm sorry if anyone actually looked foward to seeing my art or little journal entries and literature.
Farewell and I hope you never have to see and feel what I have.
Alone with my thoughtsThought 1Alone with my thoughts1 day ago in Emotional
Peering inside of the mind of a madman may make any flower either wilt in disgust and ignorance, or blossom in understanding and faith.
Purified thoughts of malice are simply a fire created by hatred extinguished by the same factor in which it was crafted. No matter how pure it seems, it is still a vile thing. The shadows may hide its intentions, but alas, it still cries out war when the light is cast.
Vile intentions grow in us all, feeding from our hatred of others. The anger ridden words laced in frustration, drips like venom from their singed lips, cracking the once soft skin. Poisoning the innocence in your heart, defining you to this day. The seed of despair blossoms brilliantly, creating a facade of purity. Intentions never known, leaving us ignorant. We all are now left behind in the world of false happiness created by you, because of us. Don't let them inside, be perfect, be amazing, be beautiful, be what they want us to be. Be machines.
Blog Entry 12: 800+ views!!OH MY GOD REALLY!!! 800+ VIEWS!!!! WOW!!!!!! as shocking as it is, I can't really understand why I've gotten so many when I've barely done anything at all. Maybe I'm just lucky? whatever the reason I'm sure it will grow in time. Well, I better get something done, but the thing is.... I'm starting to think bout a lot of things, and well, you guys mean a lot to me given me so many views and all. It's really cool!! I guess my blogs are more readable than I thoughtBlog Entry 12: 800+ views!!16 hours ago in Emotional
It's a Complicated SituationAt times some situations seems like a trying to figure out a rubik’s cube while you are color blind, some situations take a toll on you both emotionally and physically, like the situation that she suffers from. Her situation is not easy on her, thoughts cross her mind that she would not dare speak aloud, but if she doesn’t can the situation become worse? He is alone, but so is she they have each other, but distance likes to put a wedge in between them and make them realize they are alone in reality. Talking to him on the phone easies the pain and they do not seem so far apart, but one they hang up the overwhelming feeling of loneliness seems to engulf them. She thinks to herself “we are one in the same, if only you could see that I suffer from the exact pain of being alone in this world. True we have family, but friends and family are quite different especially when family is just a room of crowded people who never seem to listen or accept you.” The situation isIt's a Complicated Situation13 hours ago in Emotional
Brain Fart #350% of me- "I love Disney movies and puppies and chocolate and Power Rangers and magical girl anime."Brain Fart #310 hours ago in Emotional
50% of me- "I love Scream, the occult, creepypasta, the macabre and reading about real-life horror stories."
Passage of Lies-1I love you-Passage of Lies-112 hours ago in Emotional
This phrase is used all the time... but have you lied saying it?
You can say this to a family member, a partner or a friend. I believe you have said it to a friend and lied. You feel bad about it, don't you? How sad.
Expression of GriefMay I share my story. A story of pain, misery and eternal grief. One which I carry upon my heavy heart every minute of every hour. I do not seek words of reassurance, sympathy, or any kind of advice. I only seek a way to express my feelings.Expression of Grief16 hours ago in Emotional
Recently, I have been through one the most traumatic and grief-striken experiences I have had to face. Both physical and mental trauma really. It's something I never realised had such an effect on every day living.
I have lost my child.
Miscarriage. Something that I've found out is quite difficult to sympathise about if you haven't been through it personally. Why? Because the parents of a baby are grieving over somebody who was never physical. Never seen by the eye. Only known by the heart and soul.
If something is not seen by viewer's, they do not understand. That is understandable. I personally did not expect anyone to know exactly how I felt. My partner's siblings never truly expected my reaction to the miscarriage. To be saddened. They even gav
Tendonitis‘My case is so heavy’ I think to myself. ‘Really honestly I should clean out all these sheets of music, but I just know that one day I’ll need them’Tendonitis12 hours ago in Emotional
The plastic thunks onto the table and relief runs up my arm as I let go of the handle. The clack of the latch is familiar and comforting. For a moment I feel guilty taking the large practice room but I just can’t stand being confined in those little stalls of rooms down the hall.
‘Back to the task at hand’ I scold myself.
I look at the instrument nested in velvet. Looking my betrayer in its eyes. I stretch my wrists and set my stand. Quietly, I apologize to my hands. I unlatch my bow from its holster and turn it over a few times in my fingers. It’s brand new and just stunning. The grain of the wood and the abalone shell on the screw are just mesmerizing to look at.
Rosin clouds around my face as I scrape it against my bow. It smells thick and makes my nose hairs stick together. It alway
Encourage my people without limit...Nov.25, 2015. Encourage my people without limit and take on the full armor of God…Encourage my people without limit...12 hours ago in Emotional
Hi King Jesus, thank you for answering my questions last night through symbolic dreams. Now please help me to find joy to get through this day. Speak to me in your Word and guide me through your Holy Spirit. I cannot help but feel certain grieve within my soul after seeing the last question answered that my friend asked me to ask you.
In addition, I tell you the truth Jesus, I feel spiritually not myself when I am lead to encourage certain spirits of believers in Christ. It’s like in American culture I cannot encourage in purity; unless I admit with every conversation my imperfections and resurrecting my past sins so that the listener can feel better that I am not perfect. It is like the spirit of body of believers causes me to feel many times, “you cannot talk like Jesus as if you are God and perfect…only Jesus can tell us what to do and a preacher but who ar
Joel y Mireia [3/7]- Joel, ¿Hablas con tus papás monos?Joel y Mireia [3/7]14 hours ago in Emotional
- No seas tonta, Mireia. No pueden hablar. A mamá mona le gustaría. Siempre me toca y me hace ruidos para llamarme.
- Qué aburrido que tus papás no hablen contigo.
- Mis papás monos no me hablan porque no pueden, pero mis papás reales no querían.
- Hala, ¿Y eso?
- Siempre me decían "no dices más que tonterías" y me mandaban a mi habitación, y luego no me hablaban en todo el día. Cuando le hablo a mamá mona siempre me mira con curiosidad. Quiero más a mamá mona.
ACWAN Exercise 2.1I wanted to start with a romantic novel because that's what I want to write these days.ACWAN Exercise 2.117 hours ago in Emotional
Questions 1: What is the genre of your novel?
Fantasy-Romance. I think it will be mostly romance but some parts will be Drama and such. I want a bad ending romance.
Question 2: What is the intensity of your novel?
It will be most likely for teenager and up. It will have some intense parts such as gore, death, rape.
Question 3: What is the nature of the conflict in your story?
Being forced out of one's comfort zone. Change in oneself. To adapt. I can't explain.... It's more like selfishness vs. empathy.
Question 4: What are you trying to accomplish with your story?
I want to depict a love story between two people, a king and a normal girl. They will change each other as they try to adapt to their new lives. I added some supernatural stuff to keep the story more active and make the characters deal with things they cannot control. I want to depict love as a force that changes people.
Brain Fart #2*meanwhile, in an alternate universe*Brain Fart #210 hours ago in Emotional
Me: "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
Priest: "What are your sins?"
Me: *pulls out a list ten miles long* "Ahem..."
Gay Problems #40*cravings*Gay Problems #4010 hours ago in Emotional
I like my men like I like my dogs; big, hairy and lying on my bed.
Her Heart Beats Yet Her Breath is FadedDo you ever feel like you are suffocating and can’t breathe no matter how hard you try? She often feels that way whenever they are hurting or vents about things that hurt them, she is close friends to them so she feels helpless or useless when she can’t do anything which in turn turns into the feeling of she can’t breathe. Before she falls asleep she thinks about them and how to better herself to help them more, but one can only do so much when distance stands in the way. It’s true that distance is only as far away as you make it, but it is not the same as being right next to that person and being able to embrace them when they are down and so desperately need it. She often feels helpless and breathless when it comes to them, maybe they are to connected and what effects them effects her as well. The bond between them is indescribable and can never really be explained with words alone, time keeps ticking, her heart keeps beating, but her breath fades from time toHer Heart Beats Yet Her Breath is Faded9 hours ago in Emotional
Memoirs of a ChoiceThe first things you noticed about him were his eyes. They were this warm indigo hid behind square glasses. Everything about his face looked so soft and gentle. He had sandy hair, a light tan to his skin, and his eyes crinkled up in the corners when he smiled.Memoirs of a Choice11 hours ago in Emotional
Which is why it was so terrifying to see him angry.
It was a day like any other really. You were drowning and he was a lighthouse in the distance. There were a laundry list of things wrong with you but sitting there at the top; Borderline Personality Disorder. When the doctor told you that’s what you had, you knew. Of course you knew.
You’d been on a quest to learn what was wrong with you your whole life. You’d researched every disease every ailment to try to find the cure. You didn’t know what you had, but of all the things you’d researched as possibilities, you really really hoped it wasn’t that.
But there it was.
Really you should be in some kind of therapy. But that would involve shelling o