July 2012
23 posts
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I’m gonna take this Depression and wear it with pride. I’ll make it my badge of honour and you will fucking accept it.
“Why can’t you understand that my illness is Depression!?
It’s not...”
Fucking Bored.
Currently watching Adventures in Babysitting, while waiting to go out. My soul hasn’t returned to me yet.
All my headaches
come from crying. And it really really hurts.
And I’m back in dreamworld again. Haven’t been for at least 4 years because I thought my dreams had come to life. They did, and it was awful. So I’ve retreated back to the only safe place I know.
But even here things have changed. Outside, inside, imagined are creating so much turmoil within.
I wish I could tell someone close to me that I was abused.
“Dear God, Do you know how bloody tired I am?
Why you gotta let me be done like...”
“How many times have I put my heart in your hands? It’s difficult to be...”
What kind of heart break is this?
The worst kind. When there’s no one to toss
your heart to and say “here, catch. Soothe it til you
make me feel better.”
When there’s no one around you can trust and feel
comfortable to throw your heart to for a second,
and the people that you loved don’t really care for
your heart anymore.
They treat it like a half-eaten...
