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We all have difficulties. As some of you may be able to tell by my missing out of words in my Opuss', one of my difficulties is dyslexia.
(Please read the beginning to understand the story.) When mum started to go in the 'phases' which is hard to really explain what happens when she does - but it's like she's reacting something thats...
My greatest despair in my life is the mere fact no one has ever understood me, and I believe no one ever will... unfortunately.
I'm no longer sure if it is me or everyone else. I am in a position of self doubt followed by disappointment and loathing all too often.
(Please read the beginning to understand the story.) After mum came back to London she found her self in a small cold run down flat in Hackney (no offence to those who live there.) Mum had a hard...
"Did Mum not come too?" I asked as Dad closed the door to the tiny medical room that was grim enough to make you feel ill if you didn't already before.
Keeping to my recent theme of dreams and all stuff sleepy, I'm going to write up a very intense dream /sleep paralysis episode I had. This will probably be my strangest post to date so be warned.
Annie sat on her bed, gazing at the models in her favourite magazines. They were all stick thin with bones everywhere, they were so thin in fact it was unhealthy. But for Annie, this was beautiful.
A kiss upon my cheek, You lay your hands in mine, I felt safe and warm, Because everything seemed fine.
I walk into my house. Slightly dazed by the events of today, I walk to the dining room without taking in anything of my surroundings.I sit down to find a cold pasta sitting at my seat.
Chapter 1. Waltzin’ Black He couldn’t sleep. He lay there wondering if there was a golden hour in which this simplest and hardest of acts could be accomplished with some ease.
She steps out of the shower but leaves the fog on the mirror To hide her eyes from her, self proclaimed, horrible figure She's naked, she cringes, she wants to be thinner The magazines that she...
Somewhere along the way, someone, or a group of people instructed us that it is possible to feel okay all the time.
It was a cold December afternoon, the wind felt like ice sweeping through my hair. The snow laid on the ground, frozen to the dry land, but the trees looking like a winter wonderland.
Behind closed doors was a man, He hides most flaws if he can. When people look on, They see nothing's wrong, But inside his emotions are gone.
Batch 20XX. I'm a graduating student. I fooled around with my boyfriend. Months later, I now carry a child. I'm a graduating student. I tried using drugs. Now, it turn to an addiction I can't let go.
This was all an excuse, I think. I was doing fine. I had a 93 average and I was holding my head above water. I had good friends and a loving family.
Well, it's 2:53 here now. As i keep writing few words and erasing again and again, it became 2:56 already. Right now, i'm here to run away from my sucking, empty life. From the damn reality.
I hadn't felt the same as I did as a child at 15 onwards. I had my first panic attack at 17. It was terrifying. I genuinely thought that's what happens to you when you die.
The banging, its started again. I though I had gotten rid of it when I took ... Never mind. I just can't seem to shake it. A constant banging in my head. Bang, bang, bang, BANG. Why won't it go away.
"well, I guess that's it" I say quietly to myself. Finished, gone, what have I done. "look honey don't be upset I know that-" "look dad I'm just going to have to face it OKAY?!!" I scream at him.
It seems to me that there is this natural phenomenon where human brings are succumbing to feelings of under stimulation commonly known as depression.
Listen up. Listen up, you blunder bums. I know things you don't want me to know I know what shakes up your soul.
He looked at her, With her veil white. He though it familiar, His chest went tight. Everything faded, He drew back breath. Her eyes were jaded, Laced with death. He opened his eyes, Laid in fear.