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She opened up her mind, but nothing came out; It was empty. All of a sudden her brain went blank. All she could see was a vast rolling path, going no where.
Why is it so cold out tonight. The winds tearing at my whispery grey beard, again. I shift body weight to keep my chin away from the bitterness of night.
It seems like I am never going to be okay. I have finally come to the terms that it is from the path I have gone astray.
I need a break. When everything becomes too much to able on you're on edge: just waiting for that one word, one action to push you over… but it doesn't.
I just wanted to thank everyone who has followed, liked and commented on my stuff so far. It means just so much to me. I've got the confidence of an earthworm so it's an incredible boost.
What are you doing?. Put it down. Hey!. Listen to me. I walk up to them and stumble into a pane of glass. I bang at it ferociously, trying to get their attention. Fuck. They still can't hear me.
This ones for the broken, this ones for the weak, giving them the faith, with the help they seek. Giving up may be an option, but what would that mean.
I was a girl, rushing through hallways, opening doors. Doors to rooms I'd never seen before, or at least I felt like I didn't recognise them. Rushing and spinning and feeling lost, anxious, alone.
Today I attended a dementia training day (I look after people suffering from mental illness during the night) and I have to admit, I am a tad freaked out by some of the early signs...
Me. a "popular"?. hah!!. no!!. i just have people that care about me thats all. Me. a "crybaby"?. no!!. im just bipolar, a teenage girl on PUBERTY, and deal with shit. Me. a "teachers pet"?. please!!.
8th grade. Supposed to be the most memorable year of my life so far. And it is. But not for good reasons. It all started when my parents legalized their divorce.
Try to fix things. Make them worse. Try to apologise, make it a mess. Try to explain my predicament, try to enlighten them. Make it complicated.
(Please read the beginning to understand the story.) As mum tried to figure out in what to do next, she decided to ask help from our Social worker Sarah. What a big mistake that was.
I wish sometimes that someone would just give me the answer to the question pounding at the back of my skull. At this point, I feel like life has no purpose.
Is this the part where I try to tell a funny joke to break the ice. I proceed by telling you all about my childhood and how much I hated life. Or should I tell you about all the times I felt alone.
While everyone else is sleeping, I lie awake. I think about the past and the future. The present is dark and depressing, more so than the past. A broken heart, a lost love.
First year Arts has come to an end, and I have found within me that I have rushed in to college too fast.
I'm back for good. I was going through a rough time and I'm past it. I'm done with all of that stuff. I've learned that everything you do follows you. Some of you will always see me as you did.
It's all getting so damn boring. I'm always frowning, night to morning. What's there left to do in this town. There's nothing here but gossip spread around. I've done it all. I felt so tall.
I'm riddled with anxiety tonight. I've suffered from panic attacks since I was fourteen, and Agoraphobia for a few years, but tonight feels uniquely frightening.
They tell you To do it Nobody cares They think it's a joke For the school kids to fair The others all tell you To do it You start to believe But you dare not cry You try and tell someone But it...
So I'm listening to the news on the radio today, I heard the story on the Norway massacre last year, when Anders breiveik randomly planted a bomb, shot and killed innocent people, yet they are...
I burned all the letters I wrote to you. They were filled with the words I always wanted to say but could never muster up enough strength to do it. You were far away.
Hey, I am busy writing a bit of an autobiography. I provide support for children of foster carers and as my mother fostered for a lot of years I am writing this for some of the young people.