xxyeyaxx* posted a quote
April 22, 2018 8:58pm EDT
Partly I'm depressed because of him. To be honest, everywhere I go, something always reminds me of him. I go to a place and I remember the times that we had there. I see a similar car of his, I think of him. The list goes on. Another part is past memories. I was much more happier back then. It was calming and nothing could stop me. I am being stopped from enjoying life because of my sadness. All of this is my fault because I let the thought get to me. I hate myself for letting myself feel the way I do.
----ACTUAL TEXTS----2:47 PM Okayyyy so emily and pebs both see me as their daughter, so i have called them "mom" and " dad" before and thanks to society, daddy is viewed as the " FASTER " or " HARDER " Daddy shizz 2:47 PM That was the first time it slipped out as " daddy" though Dusty💚🔑💯 2:48 PM Im.... done....Dusty💚🔑💯 2:48 PM 💀2:49 PM I AM STILL A GOOD KID Dusty💚🔑💯 2:49 PMYou're just proving my point mam...2:50 PM When the frick did i become a "mam" i literally just called myself a kid. 2:50 PM And 2:50 PM It 2:50 PM Slipped 2:50 PM Okay
One thing I hate about myself is telling others and trying so hard to convince them you're happy . . . and then an hour later, I admit i'm falling apart.~~~ One thing I love about myself is that, I at least, admit what I lied about at all.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ You ask my why all of my writing sounds sad, but you don't understand the way it manifests. The way my words are strung fairy lights, in an empty house at midnight, trying to make all of the dark edges beautiful again. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ We are soft, malleable things behind our brittle masks. We dance to the music of of our dying days, and the champagne tastes a little bit like sadness, but maybe if we drink enough of it we will drown. I'm sick of wanting things I can't have. I'm sick of feeling sick, with my life, with myself. I'm sick of gritting my teeth for people who would sooner punch through them. I'm sick of smiling for a world that doesn't want to look me in the eyes. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
You weren’t made of magic, and you didn’t have galaxies in your eyes. You were just a boy with a crooked smile who told me I was beautiful. Now, you’re a fleeting memory–nothing more than a whisper in the wind. (338/365) by (DS)
Memorium* posted a quote
January 17, 2017 12:38am EST
My thoughts lately; 1/17/2017 12:38 AM It has been so hard to sleep lately. I keep staying up, thinking all night, about a lot of things. So many things I could have done. And things I wish I could have changed. And then, would my ending have ended out the same? That's the true question. If things were different, Who would have left? Who would come back? Who would have stayed? What could be different? Would my destiny still remain the same? So many questions cycling through my mind and thoughts just asking to escape. I feel like writing helps me cope. If you don't like me writing these long paragraphs, poems, and stories... Then why did you bother reading this far? Do you care about me enough to read this far or was it the fact that you thought I maybe have written some DRAMA laying between these sentences and commas? Who knows...? But Goodnight to those who read this far. As I'll be seeing you all tomorrow, but if I change slowly overtime... Think of it as cheese. It's not ready so quickly, but overtime it matures and develops perfectly.