Oh things I would do if I could fly! Actually I can't think of anything I would do that I can't already do now. I just like the sound of "If Only I Could Fly". Anyway I hardly ever see someone posting blogs on TH so I thought I would just to be different!

It’s started again, that feeling, that absent feeling.
I don’t understand God, why me?
Why am I the victim of Depression?
Why am I the victim of Anxiety?
Why am I the victim of Bulimia and Anorexia?
Why did those people hurt me, and touch me?
Why am I the victim of feeling this consistent nothingness?
Why am I the victim of mental illness?

I am almost ready to give up.
My family can't be fixed, it's to late.
My past can't...

Day 3:

I'll keep it short and simple. Today was a good day - I felt in control. I missed her at times, but I'm def recovering

DAY 2: Getting used to it

Alright so today was a bit different. I still thought about her alot - but I went outside alot more, and I tried to enjoy myself. Ofcourse things are still really hard, and I still miss her...but hopefully this is a good sign for things to come. I talked to her a few times, but not about anything important, and it was very brief. Pretty good day, I guess

DAY ONE: The healing process begins.

Well, here I am. It is now 2:54 A.M, so it's basically day two. Oh well. Yesterday (day one), was the day I decided to try my best to forget the girl that kept hurting me. But that wasn't the only thing bothering me - oh no. I lost pretty much all my friends, and my family is a mess. I basically had nothing. I had plans on sleeping the whole day away, because I was so depressed, and didnt have anyone, or anything. I simply couldn't do it. I woke...

Today has been pretty interesting, at least compared to the last few weeks. Earlier this morning, I discovered something called "infantile amnesia" aka amnesia that occurs in early childhood. After reading a little bit about it, I realized that it describes why I can't remember much of what happened until recently, and I'm pretty sure I had it. Although this isn't exactly a bad thing, it brought back a lot of memories I try hard everyday to not think about.

Right after finding...

"I did something I told myself I would never do."

That sentence seems to go through everyone's minds at least once in life. Is it that we're not strong enough to actually say no? Or do we tell ourselves we never will just to deny the fact that we secretly want to? Why do people make theses promises to themselves, when in the back of their mind they know they're bound to break that promise anyway. Why set yourself up for that kind of guilt?
I guess I wasn't as strong...

Hello everyone in TH land (: It's been quite a while since I've blogged...woops. I've been actually having a life and going places...so time to blog is becoming rare. Anywho I was bored the other day so I decided to just start drawing and see what happened. As always, I started drawing a tree (since apparently that's all I can draw) and that led to the idea of possibly getting a tree as a tattoo. Yay, Nay? Well, after some photoshoping here's what was created...lemme know what you think and please...