Today I'm lonely, Tomorrow it's Sunny
Trying to admit to yourself that you're lonely is just as hard as trying to convince yourself that you've got more than ten fingers in your hands.
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Trying to admit to yourself that you're lonely is just as hard as trying to convince yourself that you've got more than ten fingers in your hands.
Here are just a few well known people in society that are believed to have suffered or do currently suffer with Bipolar Disorder...
Fashion is so close in revealing a person's inner feelings and everybody seems to hate to lay claim to vanity so people tend to push it away. It's really too close to the quick of the soul.
There once were 2 16 year olds, one called Susan and one called Dave. Friday night was there 5th date. Dave wasn't himself.
This is the beginning of a short story I'm writing about a man figuring out the rest of his life.... I left home for the first time since the accident.
My name is Becky. I'm twenty three years old and I have been with my boyfriend for five years (six in October).
People tell me to forget what happened in the past and look forwarded Yer that's all good but what if I cant What if I can't look forwarded Because of you People might think that my story is...
Feel the rushing seductive lightness of invisibility.
Feeling down again, for what seems like the 102nd time this year.
We often hear people using the word "normal" it is, in fact, very widely used throughout ones day, week, year.
"relapse" they declare. you shrug. the word means nothing to you. you've heard it so many times that you've forgotten the difference between relapse and that other state of being...what is it.
This is for all the other boys and girls out there who sometimes feel they have nowhere to turn. So, let me tell you about this guy Aeyjay.
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk?. Well...
I wanna make a poem a little like this one day :) Why am I befriended. Why am I loved. Why am I so sickend by the bright stars above.
Here you are again you've. Come to visit me. My smile is slipping. I'm struggling to see. The sun is slowly fading. The sky is turning black. I'm slipping now no turning back.
It is all a matter of perspective. People in general try too hard to measure up to others expectations and get caught up in the rat race. I know a guy who felt he had achieved nothing.
I've had enough. Enough of this mentally debilitating, soul-sucking, emotion-draining, life-controlling disease called depression.
O come, all ye fruitcakes, Joyful and incompetent, O come ye, O come ye to the infirmary; Run and control him Born the King of nutters O come, let us inspect him, O come, let us inject him, O...
I think it's time I revealed a little bit about myself, as I've been on here for 3 days now and I've had such a great time. I was born in England, but moved to America at 6 weeks.
You know that girl you just called fat. She's starving herself, just to stop the crude comments. You know that boy you just called weird. He attempted suicide three times.
To make a long story a lot shorter I am not the sort of person I would like to spend the rest of my life with. I have many flaws which are both irritating and down right rude.
Thank you so much to all the people who have listened to me for the past few days.
My breathing was slowing. I looked to the left of me and I saw bright lights, unicorns, rainbows, you get the idea. But when I looked to my right, a horrible sight awaited my eyes.
-scene 1 street (drake and Aaron running) (drake gets shot on the back) Aaron:DRAKE!!!(falls down on knees and starts wailing)NO.