Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.More Like This
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,
Becoming an Adult? What's up with my Art? Becoming an Adult?More Like This
I have been realising a lot of things in the last days, since I work on Station in Hospitals now
It's been nearly a half year now, since I entered what people mostly call.. "Adult Life"
I mean I remember the old days so good. Coming Home from School, taking some food out of the fridge and sittin' in front of your Pc all day, trying to get motivation for Homework (Impossibru) and doing Games and Art. There was soooooo much freetime Like no responsabilities, and pretty much unnecesarry worries about the smallest things! Man if I would have already known how good these days really were back then xD
Today I'm coming Home from Work at the very different times, sometimes after early shift and sometimes after late shift. Then I mostly have no time to sit infront of the pc because there are things like cleaning, dish washing, laundry, bills, cooking, grocery shopping and more and more. I
A VERY personal journal...Last night I wasn’t feeling good and ended up writing a rambling mess of twitter posts about my very real problems. Since this happened at night and some of you might’ve missed it… I thought that it might be a good idea to clean them up, reorganize them a little, and post them in a journal/blog format to make them a little more coherent.More Like This
Please be aware this will be talking about some very real and very personal problems that I am facing. If talking about my problems in my own journal is an issue for you, please leave now. For the rest of you… read on!
Being a creator is terrifying sometimes. Fear of failure or inability can crush your soul and prevent you from doing the things you love. Over the past 3 years I've been struggling with this fear. And a large portion of it comes from the very real threat of my so-called haters.
I have so much I want to do... And I can tell you right now that I often don't do them because of the fear of repercussions. Every sin