Inside the mind of a bi-polar artist who just needs somewhere to get things out of her head.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
I Am Free
October 8th, 2012
I guess you can say
I did it
When I look back, it seems like not much has changed, but really thinking back to that night one year ago,
everything's different.
That one night changed everything for me, I guess you can say I'm a better person.
I have changed my thinking.
I now put energy and reason into living, because I realized something that night.
I don't want to die anymore.
Which is hard to say, because many people don't know that I ever wished that upon myself.
Let alone that it was something I've dealt with for 10 years.
This is the first year after an entire decade of a failed life that I have protected myself from my own bruised fists.
Not that I completely failed at life, but I never took the time to realize what life is.
The time to see how much is actually out there for me to want to wake up in the morning.
It was hard, there were many nights that I cried, I felt like I was losing everything at the same time and I almost did something stupid, but then someone reminded me that there is love out there, for me.
I always knew it was out there but I never thought it was for me because who could love me when I couldn't even love myself.
Flashback to one year ago and you will find me curled up in the bath tub worried more about how to get the blood out of my roommates carpet than why it wouldn't stop bleeding until I drifted off to sleep. I awoke with new purpose. New life. Since this time I have not laid a hand on myself.
Life has no purpose. Unless you give it purpose.
I sat years and waited for something to happen, something to remind me that I was useful. But until you make yourself feel useful and needed, it may never happen.
Everyone has purpose.
Everyone deserves life.
You make the choices.
You make your life.
I guess you can say
I did it
When I look back, it seems like not much has changed, but really thinking back to that night one year ago,
everything's different.
That one night changed everything for me, I guess you can say I'm a better person.
I have changed my thinking.
I now put energy and reason into living, because I realized something that night.
I don't want to die anymore.
Which is hard to say, because many people don't know that I ever wished that upon myself.
Let alone that it was something I've dealt with for 10 years.
This is the first year after an entire decade of a failed life that I have protected myself from my own bruised fists.
Not that I completely failed at life, but I never took the time to realize what life is.
The time to see how much is actually out there for me to want to wake up in the morning.
It was hard, there were many nights that I cried, I felt like I was losing everything at the same time and I almost did something stupid, but then someone reminded me that there is love out there, for me.
I always knew it was out there but I never thought it was for me because who could love me when I couldn't even love myself.
Flashback to one year ago and you will find me curled up in the bath tub worried more about how to get the blood out of my roommates carpet than why it wouldn't stop bleeding until I drifted off to sleep. I awoke with new purpose. New life. Since this time I have not laid a hand on myself.
Life has no purpose. Unless you give it purpose.
I sat years and waited for something to happen, something to remind me that I was useful. But until you make yourself feel useful and needed, it may never happen.
Everyone has purpose.
Everyone deserves life.
You make the choices.
You make your life.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Everythings Wrong
Ever since I can remember there has been this awesome feeling I get.
Everything I do is wrong.
Every minuet
of everyday.
I know in retrospect I can look back and try to make this feeling go away because there are things I have accomplished. I guess.
I feel like a drag on peoples lives.
I don't even know what I'm getting to here I just feel like I'm not meant anywhere.
I'm going to screw this up
Everything I do is wrong.
Every minuet
of everyday.
I know in retrospect I can look back and try to make this feeling go away because there are things I have accomplished. I guess.
I feel like a drag on peoples lives.
I don't even know what I'm getting to here I just feel like I'm not meant anywhere.
I'm going to screw this up
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