Monthly Archives: August 2013

What To Say.

Alright. Another day feeling decent. What now? This is always the case; what do I write about now? I really have to push because it feels like it’s all fading away, the poison that plays my ink. It’s not, but … Continue reading

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This Can Work.

So I’m happy today, due to an incident yesterday which made me realize how much of a joke everything is. Life is laughter and song and misfortune all tied up nicely together. I want to feel good everyday. It may … Continue reading

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Real.

What to share today? Anxiety is lessened. Depression is lessened. I am defining myself by my illness and that is holding me back. I am living within the boundaries of my thought patterns. I feel so enslaved by my mind. … Continue reading

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Predicament.

A crater in the earth gives birth to me, fluids seeping into the ground, I am a seed of devastation lurking like a tree who seeks your touch.  memories cover me like dirt  and I burst through their heavy soil … Continue reading

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Where Am I?

Are my medications distancing me from myself, from my personality? I don’t know how I feel, I don’t know if I’m numb or drab or anything else, but at the same time only I can know what affect these drugs … Continue reading

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Machine.

It’s like there’s a machine in my head spewing out negative thoughts, not allowing me more than a few hours peace at a time. I’m in such a sensitive place.  I can undo this machine. This time, the masters tools … Continue reading

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