Hey, it’s been a while…things have changed but I still crave suicide and death.
Mehikka
Ya ya ya I’m not dead…yet
…I guess all I came
to say was that,
Monday is my
….
Birthday…
…………………Mmmhmm happy birthday to me and now and forever
GOODBYE
Confession Time:
I want to die.
Mmmhmm…I’m just putting that out.
Apparently my family says that I need to ‘add more color to my life’
How am I supposed to fuckin do that, when all your friends don’t
Want to freakin hang out with you
Or that your friends and ‘busy’
And don’t want to come
For a day to the
Fuckin mall
For your
Birthday….
I just want to know what is wrong with me and my stupid pity life….
I’m starting to think that nobody wants me around
Anymore…..I just might wrap up all of my drawings and burn them because
Sure they might bring some inspiration to people
But to me…they gives me nightmares
Question Time:
Why do people hate […]
Well, okay. Here is my first drawing that I put into my new sketch book along with using my new markers I just bought…
Okay, yes something: Small, Easy, and Cute….
Anyways I’ve been having problems of thinking of something
To draw…Ideas or pictures anyone??
(Sorry anything but nature and animals…I’m only good with that while painting…)
((And I don’t have a canvas to spare…nor paint eheheh))
Okay, now the purple sharpie is in her face….
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Basically by her cheek ;-;
I know, I know you can’t really see the Jellyfish…
………………………………………..I accidentally, while I was using sharpie….swiped it crossed the girl’s face….
now It looks horrible….
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-I’m literally crying….
I know,
That when we are born,
We are blank.
Like a sheet of paper,
Something yet to be written on,
Or to be sketched on,
Colored On…something
We are all different
However,
Life, writes us
Our story.
How we will look.
For say,
They give us freckles at birth.
There is either a lot of them
Or barely any at all.
Or, stretch marks….
Why do most people judge
Other people who
Have them? Cause
Guess what…?
It’s not their fault.
It’s not their fault
If they are
Either made
Thick, or thin…
Or use the terms
Fat or skinny…
Old or young
Big or Tall
Even your skin color
It doesn’t matter.
Or your eye color…
There’s,
Blue, Green, Hazel,
Brown, Black, even Gray.
Even many more colors…
Because no
Matter what we’re given
We still see ourselves as
Imperfections….
Did you know that
For […]
I wish I could stay here…
However, talking to you all and reading
All of your stories…
Makes it harder for
Me
To Stay
…
I’m always going to be falling
Apart.
And yet, I post this and you people try
To make me stay…
Yet that decisions isn’t yours to make…
I try to make wishes to stay
…
I have so much going on I have a feeling that
I won’t make
It to the end of summer,
Unlike what my friends
Want me to
Do…
Even though
We do nothing together
They make it harder for me to stay…
Alive…and well and a whole bunch of random crap…
My life is
A
Bunch
Of
Random
…
Crap…
Nothing to see here…
I’m done…
Just
Plain
Done…
Sorry Farah
Hey, if you guys want to…feel free to say anything you want to me in this…Just below write anything you want or feel
or just plain anything even if it isn’t towards me…just do it…..lately (meaning today) I almost committed suicide by jumping out of the driver’s education vehicle……
If I had a shirt that said
Kill Me
On it, I wonder who would actually do it…
I don’t know why I’m just curious….
Today is the very last day of school…
Everyone is so hype about it
Well, guess what…
I am not.
School used to be my heaven to escape from all the bad things
Happening in my life…
Now that it’s over
Those thoughts are coming back
And rewinding throughout my whole entire mind…
I think I’ll stop being a wuss and actually try to kill myself
Tonight.
I feel as if I lost my friends that used to hang out with me during lunch or partnered with me in class.
I feel lost because they’ve left me behind
I feel confused because they gave me up like giving a child to the orphanage.
I feel even more depressed, so I drew this:
It’s become too powerful to say how much it hurts to even fight off her own depression…
How much it hurts to even say a word each and every day
No matter what comes her way
She stays silent.
Cuts out the world to her…
And only says by herself
Alone and tangled.
(This isn’t mine…it’s actually my friends… \_( ^~^ )_/
I’ve been digging through all of my old drawings on my computer and found this.
I wanted to share this with all of you
…
I don’t know why, I guess I only drew this and didn’t finish it because
It struck me as how I feel.
There but yet, slightly part of me is missing.
I am trapped against this horrific beast but,
I have absolute no strength against it…
I am bound to it…
So say it’s only temporary
….
Well this ‘temporary’ seems like it is lasting forever…
Sorry world,
This has gone to far…
I am ‘only’ tangled to the beast, never again
…
Free from within its own lock down on
Top of me.
Once again I’m always
Tangled…
I am almost
Covered head to toe
With paint.
I keep softly poking at it…
And it keeps on chipping at my
Vulnerable touch.
And slowly sinking to the dirt covered ground.