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DepressionDepression. What an interesting thing. A simple notation such as, "I watch so many fantastic artists on DeviantART" can go from that, a simple notation, into a negative spiral of depression. "Why can't I draw like that?" "No mater how much I practice, I'll never be that good." "There's always going to be someone better than me, so why try?" "My art sucks." "I'm just wasting my time."More Like This
Depression and Anxiety can hurt. Everyday things that make someone else smile, can make you cry in pain and agony. A leaf falls from a tree, the sunlight drips through the holes that a caterpillar must have munched out of it's green body. So beautiful. "Why isn'
Letter to a friendMy dear friend,More Like This
I have known you for a long time. We’ve been friends for over ten years, and I am grateful for every moment we have spent together. Though we may not have been as close of friends when we were younger, we still managed to hang on, and eventually become closer than I ever imagined.
I always hear in stories how there are two people that are just the closest of friends, and that nothing, no matter how big it may be, could ever get between them. That’s you and me. We are the ones going off on the adventures together, and it seems that every time we return, our bond of friendship is even closer.
We
HeartbreakThere's something scarring when it comes to heartbreak.More Like This
I can say that I've lived with it most of my life. I used to be such a happy child in my youth. I used to stand in front of the class and tell stories for the heck of it because I was fearless that way back then. I was always the class storyteller. I also had so many friends. But I guess the biggest mistake I made in friends was that I had so many. So many of them left me. They abandoned me. I was practically left alone by junior high and I did make some friends then, but it resulted in the same thing in my high school years.
It's like everytime, I end up with two or three very close friends. I know that I should feel blessed for having those friends by me but... I don't know, the trauma of the friends I lost really gets to me. It's almost like I have childhood anxiety disorder, as I've read recently, where the symptoms were hauntings from the past. And I guess I still have that.
But recently, my heart was broken into
The little girl that insisted on being differentThis is the story of a little girl that insisted on being different..More Like This
with blonde curls and a dirty dress
Rocks and bricks were thrown at her
but she never cried
Another brick and another, her wounds were multiplying
but she never withered
Not to mention her dream was so far up
really high and she's just so small
So much she had tried but she just couldn't reach
she tried again and yet again
Concealing all her sadness, she finally had enough
but she never gave in
Everyday she would pile the bricks over each other
and with that, came a chance to live
Needless to say,the bricks never stopped coming and neither the piling
it looked somewhat lik
Sta.sh
