Update: Actual Journal Entry, guys.Hey, so I'm sure that no one actually follows me or whatever it is we do on this strange website. We "watch" each other. Isn't that great?More Like This
Haha, anyway... I was on hiatus from the internet for October It was terrible. Promise me you'll never do that to yourself.
But, hey. So... I guess I'll just get down to business here and say:
Like I'm actually depressed. It's really nice being able to give a name to the feeling that's been growing inside me for a while. I mean, obviously depression isn't nice. It is terrible and crappy and eww, depression. [Insert disgusted face here]
Here's the scoop: I'm abused and my best friends have left me and uuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh. I'm an emotionally abused kid going through a crap time with school and... I've kind of lost the ability to enjoy life. Like I enjoy moments. I get these great feelings while driving around and I'll t
This Is For YouThere's something I don't understand.More Like This
People, the unfairness of the world is real.
It's become a well-known byword, but it exists.
The confused, the abused, and the scared, they know.
They understand what I am speaking to you now.
The fear, the pain, the demons of the past rising up against them.
They know the feeling.
You hear the stories, you see the telltale signs, but you don't get it.
You don't cry out to God, asking why.
You don't run away from home every once in a while just to say that you could,
Just to get away for a few hours, staying in the park until nightfall.
You don't go out and live life afraid of everyone around you.
The pain in a simple touch,
The tears in a few uncomplicated words.
There is a distinct border between those hurt and those loved.
Once hurt, love is seen through different shades.
Once loved, hurt is seen on a different stage.
I can see the separation between those who panic in the presence of people
And those who run unreserved, towar