Depression is not Lana Del Rey songs with tears streaming down your face. Its not a blood stained tub with blades all over the floor. Its not a boy rocking you back and forth as he whispers “I love you” a million times in your ear. Depression is disgusting. A low feeling. Not something that is beautiful and poetic. It is a dirty feeling. It is you sitting in a tub with scolding hot water trying to burn the feeling away. It is the stale smell of the clothes in your room because you have no energy to clean it. It is laying awake at […]
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Yes, I want to crawl in a hole an die sometimes.
Yes, I want to slash my wrists.
Yes, sometimes blood is on my hands.
But no, that does not mean I’m never happy. Chocolate makes me happy. Lana Del Rey makes me happy. Music makes me happy. Learning how to play the piano makes me happy. Words make me happy.
When you smile at a stranger and they smile back, it’s moments like those that make me happy. And I know, this is sappy. Somedays, I will post deathly dark stuff on here that is, at best, cringe-worthy. But you know what? It’s different today. Hopeful.
Here’s to being […]
Several weeks ago in a reputable British publication, Lana Del Rey was quoted as saying “I wish I was dead already. . . I don’t want to have to keep doing this. But I am.”
Lana’s remarks, whether taken out of context or not, led to a massive backlash. People love her, or love to hate her. And then of course there are some who don’t know who she is and don’t give a fuck what she does or doesn’t say.
There’s people who put her down and dismiss her as a ‘faker.’ But who are they to decide what is real and is not?
My sister-in-law says […]