300 point lottery winner!And the winner is :iconowl00augen: congratulations!More Like This
man it took a while to get to 1919, i never expected this journal to get over 2000 favs OMG, but thanks to everyone who participated! I see many people like these point lotteries and sorry for taking 3 days to announce the winner, i was so busy
Hello everyone, this will be a short journal I am giving away 300 points in this lottery and here's what you have to do to enter:
+fav this journal that's it
-winner will be announced in 2 days
I will use random.org to pick a number from 1 to the number of favs my journal has at the time, and then the winner is the person who's number corresponds (in the fav section of the journal you will notice favs are counted when you click on 'who')
I will be making a series of lotteries to celebrate my art book, which
Toxic PerfectionismClinging to me relentlesslyMore Like This
It pries into my weaknesses
As though it is a curse that could never be lifted.
I'm letting doubts clutter my mind.
Comparison robbing me of happiness
How did I end up this way?
No matter how hard I try
I feel it's never enough
I'm deprived of satisfaction
I won't get it right.
It will never amount to anything
Its not good enough
It will never be good enough
I'm held captive
My soul is locked away.
Perfection is slowly killing the dreamer
Hold the HeartI.More Like This
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.