who am I? ...what makes me who I am? ...can it change? will it? ...am I a good person? ...am I good enough? ...to who's standard? compared to the artsy bubble girl I viewed as a role model when I was nine, I'm not nearly enthusiastic or outgoing enough. compared to the pretty girl I… Continue reading internal identity/ crisis
I almost got into an accident this afternoon. And I feel so guilty, but I used to stop fearing horror movies and disasters because I used to stop fearing death, so this terrible feeling means I’m getting better right? it means I can still feel something again (though I am also numb because of it).… Continue reading trama
I've never been naive enough to believe that I was in love. Love is such a strong and intense word that I avoid using it at all. I even rarely say the full three words to my parents and siblings-- shortening the phrase to a softer "love you" rather than saying "I". The last time,… Continue reading it’s okay, i still love you.
I remember visiting the city a lot while growing up. I'd always dread the Saturday morning car rides, only to later learn to love them because it meant an hour of listening to music in my own world. Skipping the opportunity to sleep in, we would get all dressed up just to listen to a… Continue reading #liveforthestory
Day Four- I don't ever consciously remember feeling so aware of depression. It's the feeling of waking up amazed that I finally fell asleep, wishing again for the release of dark oblivion. It's going out each day and perfecting my mask of happiness and smiles, to the point where I can almost fool myself now,… Continue reading The Depression Diaries
So a little while ago I finished watching the new 13 Reasons Why series (along with the rest of North American adolescents) and, despite my first reaction when I heard they were going to make a tv show based on the book, the show wasn't half bad. I think that suicide is definitely a serious topic… Continue reading 13 Reasons Why not