Ah the days of the rose tinted glasses…..where everything was power rangers and candy….not a care in the world….I envy those kindergarden children….they know nothing of the real world….ignorance is truly bliss
definitely. I think often about when I used to just play with toys all day long. Used to get all caught up in fantasies and Disney movies and kid’s books. God it hurts to think about. back then life seemed like it had so much to offer. We didn’t know about my disease when I was four, I was expecting a happy future at that time. And the little things we used to worry about when we were little. But now the weight of the world hangs on us. No, doesn’t hang on us, crushes us.
This probably will sound bad but I wish I was one of those kids in sandy hook…. I feel like they were lucky to die before they grew up and realized what the world around them was truly like….not saying they are lucky to have been killed in that manner….nor am I saying its good they are dead…..but I think they are lucky they died with the rose tinted glasses still on….I’d trade places with them in a heartbeat …. (that’s if it actually happened some claim false flag so I don’t know)
Kindergarten was actually the start of my becoming aware of my depression and anxiety. I hated the way I looked and I hated my body. I obsessed about my outfits and I hated my hair. In a fit of boredom and rage I found a pair of sharp scissors and stabbed the sofa violently. I’m guessing, my time in the womb wasn’t pleasant either. :/
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Ah the days of the rose tinted glasses…..where everything was power rangers and candy….not a care in the world….I envy those kindergarden children….they know nothing of the real world….ignorance is truly bliss
definitely. I think often about when I used to just play with toys all day long. Used to get all caught up in fantasies and Disney movies and kid’s books. God it hurts to think about. back then life seemed like it had so much to offer. We didn’t know about my disease when I was four, I was expecting a happy future at that time. And the little things we used to worry about when we were little. But now the weight of the world hangs on us. No, doesn’t hang on us, crushes us.
Oooooohhhhh yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. I sure do miss those times.
This probably will sound bad but I wish I was one of those kids in sandy hook…. I feel like they were lucky to die before they grew up and realized what the world around them was truly like….not saying they are lucky to have been killed in that manner….nor am I saying its good they are dead…..but I think they are lucky they died with the rose tinted glasses still on….I’d trade places with them in a heartbeat …. (that’s if it actually happened some claim false flag so I don’t know)
Kindergarten was actually the start of my becoming aware of my depression and anxiety. I hated the way I looked and I hated my body. I obsessed about my outfits and I hated my hair. In a fit of boredom and rage I found a pair of sharp scissors and stabbed the sofa violently. I’m guessing, my time in the womb wasn’t pleasant either. :/