I am Willa, and I practically live on the internet (even my school is on here). I enjoy classic pieces, and classis writers, such as; Emily Dickinson, J.D Salinger, EE Cummings, Edgar Allan poe, Hawthorne. I listen to calm, chilling, and soft music, due to my sensitive ears (long story). I plan to be a writer when I grow, though I'll have to grow the courage to share my writing first, before I do that. I have two cats, four dogs, and a hamster, I love them all very much and they are the light of my life.
"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And Im standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if theyre running and they dont look where theyre going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. Thats all I do all day. Id just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know its crazy, but thats the only thing Id really like to be."
fawn posted a quote
September 20, 2012 12:48am UTC
most of the time i try to convince myself That the future is yet to come; But someone should remind me: Yesterday was once future too; Tomorrow soon will be past, And I stil haven't moved from here.
fawn posted a quote
September 16, 2012 11:39pm UTC
I take pity on the people who have no clue how to be as ambitious as I am. I live in a place where people are so set on the present and beating themselves down that they have lost all drive to move forward. Some people are so blind that it angers me, because they have no imagination or optimism of what life could be like in the future. They believe that their "higher power" has forced this upon them, though they have not been sinful. The truth is, nothing brought this upon them. Their true problem lies within themselves, underneath. They're stuck and feel like they can't get out, because somewhere in their mind something got stuck. It's not impossible to get rid of, but they need to find it themselves. They cannot feed off of symathy from others for the rest of their lives, they need to take control and stop complaing about it, because that gets them no where. You control your own life, so if you don't like it, change something.
To be honest, I do not think Steve should have had to put that link up there, and I hope that he does not turn witty yellow. The vast majority of you are not suicidal, you're teenagers that are upset and lonely, becuse that's how teenagers feel sometimes. But writing 'love' on your arm and wearing yellow does nothing to help those with REAL depression and disorders. You are not doing anything useful except trying to be a part of this big parade that is the new thing, apparently. Suicide is not a joke, but you all seem to think that just because you're 'in love with someone you can't have' or 'you think you're totally fat and you didn't look good in that bikini today', you're suddenly balls deep in chronic f.cking depression. No you are not. So if you think you're 'helping' by doing silly things like dressing in yellow or writing love on your arms, you are not. Give somebody a f.cking hug. My mother lost her job a few months ago and is trying to get back on her feet, things are hard for her. So I gave her a god dam.n hug and it helped her, because that's how you show you CARE. You tell the person in TRUE need that you care for them, and that while things may not get better soon, they will be better some time in the future. You try to get them help and into therapy, because real therapists can actually help them get better. Try being a little more genuine, because sitting on the internet and telling 13 year old girls that you love them and that you're totally always there for them, is not helping. They're fine, and so are you. So don't tell me that you've helped someone when you've been online all day, because you have not.
Are you always sad? someone asked. (Always is such a long, long time.) I couldn't say. But. If sadness was a sea, I would drown in it. (Salty and warm, sadness is.) (Cold, too, sometimes.) And I happen to love the sea.