abandon ship
It's becoming more and more aparent to me that i am but an ugly blemish on this beautiful earth.
I'd like to die, I'd like to run …
is feeling Bad
I'm a student at an arts boarding high school, a creative writer. I love art in all its forms, from poetry to painting to movies. I live on music. Stress is no small factor in my life, neither are drawn out states of depression and escapism. I'm ironicly a realist, but I wish I wasn't sometimes;I don't see all that much good in humanity or myself for that matter.Guilt and hopelessness and apathy and longing play pingpong all the time.My life is a movie, or a serries of music videos. I am the writer, the reader, and the liver.I like being detached, on the outside sometimes, even the dark looks beautiful, its like seeing how pretty the snow is without feeling the cold. But I just want simple happiness, a love not less and not more than my own.
Writing Sketching Reading Music (especialy lyrical) Movies abnormal and social psychology philosophy politics musicals/theatre dance
LyricalEscapist and Shannon86 are now friends 12:35pm
LyricalEscapist wrote a journal entry: abandon ship 7:46pm
It's becoming more and more aparent to me that i am but an ugly blemish on this beautiful earth.…
LyricalEscapist changed their mood to Bad 7:45pm
It's becoming more and more aparent to me that i am but an ugly blemish on this beautiful earth.
I'd like to die, I'd like to run …
Today I messed up, there's this little bit of busy work I'm supposed to do to finish up a huge project I've been working on, and I spent …
I can't take the SAT saturday, i just can't. I can't do this. I don't want to care, I didn't care, I said this is just a bloody …
I had a panic attack today, it started when I was talking one on one with my teacher and started crying. He was telling me how I haven't been the …
Just because....
My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can. Cary Grant
thanks
Aww....thank you (for the pic comment) that made my day. lol
One day we are going to beat this thing and finally get a chance to retake our lives. You know you have my support.
figuratively speaking, I have a papercut but the pain sinks so deep and expands so out of proportion that my own self forces open a gashing wound where there was once an itchy sliver of discontent. Then I'm stuck living with it, trying to press it forcefully so the bleeding will stop, and if I'm lucky i'm left only with a bruise. The bruises have a way of showing up again, and I feel melodramatic describing it, but I guess that's the point of the whole thing, I see things in that sort of light.
I feel like I'm clawing at water, gasping for air, taking it in in gulps, going back down. It's something I've been dealing with all my life, it's physical and emotional. Sometimes I can hardly will myself to move at all, and anxiety and stress push me into that place. I’m always tired. I get mood shifts suddenly, and inappropriately, like being sad at a happy occasion. It's not fair to those who love me. Guilt is no absence.