nothing to show for the happiness i have experienced; the pain i have suffered.
no where that is private where i can just fucking do what i want. write what i want, draw, cry, laugh;
and make what im feeling fucking visable.when these feelings come back i am small and weak.
i know its not fair on the people around me, but i am not fucking happy all the fucking time okay. fuck you all
but seriously, everthing in my life today i am learning to appreciate. my expectations are high, but why shouldn't they be? i don't want to feel this low again because of anyone.
2 comments:
aw ali D; I HEAR YOU, SISTAAA.
Get a diary or a notebook, they are amazing. You won't regret it take it with you everywhere you go, write every thought worth keeping, draw every thing you imagine.
Read it back to yourself then write about what you read.
It is the best thing ever when you can write something worth while
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