See what your compliments did

Beauty is not permanent. Like a flower, it fades. And also like a flower, it comes in many different forms. If you prefer a rose, don’t praise her in front of an orchid. The orchid feels devalued because it can never look like a rose. If you praise a flower in full fresh spring bloom... Continue Reading →

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Better (a poem)

Every time, Every single fucking time I try to do something to help myself, To distinguish my sorry little self so that I'm no longer pointless, Every time, Someone has got there first. There is nothing new under the sun. Someone has already got it done, And they did it Better than me. So why... Continue Reading →

Same old same old

I don't have the energy for it. The energy not just to BE happy but to keep it up. The trouble is, every time I try and then stop, it's like starting over, exactly as it was in the beginning, and sometimes worse, which is hard for people to understand. Especially my mother. 'But you... Continue Reading →

Just a journal entry

Just scared the cat by screaming and she won’t go near me; now my daughter and her boyfriend have walked back in so my tears have dried and I’m preparing to be all ‘Hey, did you have a fun evening, mine was totally fine and normal, I’m totally fine and normal, I didn't cry until... Continue Reading →

So Completely Done.

I’m so bored with ‘popular girl’ blogs.‘Oh look at us, we’re so positive, light-hearted, accomplished, thin, beautiful, rich and HEY WE’RE ONLY 23 AND YOU CAN ACHIEVE THIS TOO! What, you haven’t achieved this? It’s your fault, you’re not being positive enough. Read our Top Ten Lists of How to Achieve Absolutely Anything, Drink more... Continue Reading →

A Fresh Start

It's time to write about things OTHER THAN DEPRESSION - GASP! I won't pretend I'm better or not still down, but I'm getting anxious to write about different topics in the hope that focusing on other passions will help me. It will certainly help my writing, at any rate. I won't abandon the depression files... Continue Reading →

Moving on is impossible

Over half a year. The modern world says I should have moved on. I should be ecstatic to be single and enthusiastically embracing my new life. I cannot. Every time I hear your name, every time I see your picture, the tears begin anew. I cry for the loss of the future we could have... Continue Reading →

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