The two most important people in my life are believed to have depression.
It irritates the hell out of me when people use the word ugly; call themselves socially awkward; or say they are 'sooo deprerssed' about something. They understand non of these things. In saying this, i am not saying that I understand them. I guess nobody does, really.
I hate the word ugly. Nobody on this earth is ugly. We all have good in us. We are all beautiful, and if someone feels the need to call another human being; another amazing, incredible, genius life in this world 'ugly', then they are clearly too self-centred to see past the fragile tissue and bone that traps our souls.
And if you yourself feel you are ugly, then you are wrong. You are so, so wrong. Because i have been in this world for fifteen years now, and i can honestly say that i have not met ANOYONE that is ugly. You are alive, and that in itself is beautiful.
I have seen what life can do to the most stunning, phenomenal people. How it can wear them down to the point of no return. I don't want that to happen to you.
I get Deja Vu a lot.
My short AND long term memory are both pretty bad.
I am an optimist. Life is good to me.
Tell me you still love me.
"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
"People needn't worry so much. It's not my time yet. This is not how I go."
"“What a sl/t time is. She screws everybody.”"
"If i'm James Dean, you're Audrey Hepburn"
“It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.”
"I shall say you will die and none will remember you"
He tells me i am his Marla Singer. I am still at a loss as to what this means.
Do you ever get that feeling that you've done something wrong
and everyone knows?
Or that everyones attitudes about you have suddenly changed?
Only, you can't ask because you'll seem too needy?
Yeah..
If you asked me now who I am, the
only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name.
For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest
desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my
own, or stolen from those I once so desperately
wished to be.
I think that because I
personally have never witnessed someone die,
that perhaps death isn't real.
I hope it doesn't sound disrespectful to those who have seen
death,
and I'm sure I myself will see it in future,
but for now,
I just feel like things such as death and God have been made to
make us feel better.
Maybe all humans knew about existence,
but they knew that future generations could not handle this
knowledge,
and so they made up a story of death to prevent us from truly
seeing what life is.