So let's get a little personal today. I was cleaning out my bookshelf and saw a folder and a binder full of all writings I use to do. I never realized how depressed I was. I was really down and unfortunately I think I'm falling back into that. I mind it hard to be happy. In fact, I don't want to be happy because I know something will happen, most likely I will ruin it for myself. I find myself laying in bed at night and I only think of the negatives and whats going wrong and it's very overwhelming. I have one friend, and I trust her...but I can't tell her exactly how I feel. I don't trust others and quite honestly I really don't care. I want to have people in my life, I want friends and to trust people...but I can't. Ugh I don't know, I need to find happiness somewhere. I need to change things and make them better.
I'll put some of my writings up...they aren't anything great, and they are from 2005, so I was 15. Don't judge me too harshly
I'll put some of my writings up...they aren't anything great, and they are from 2005, so I was 15. Don't judge me too harshly
On a good note, I got up today and tanned, went to class and went and worked out. In half an hour I'm going to go get my hair cut and styled. I'm pretty excited, it's been awhile since I've had my hair actually done.
Everyday is a new beginning.
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remy:
When I was a teenager, I wrote stuff like that too. Except mine were stories, not poems. i think your stuff was ood.
river_9:
i know what movie that's from....