A bird came from my mouth, showing the world my inner wings.
as you can see. i have been writing less...intuitive things about myself. and my posts don't contain names anymore...they become more and more vague.
I have been able to handle my thoughts more rationally, all because of my little book. Hopefully this will last. and i will not recieve a mental breakdown too soon,
This book is starting to become filled with thoughts and memories i usally forget about in the spur of the moment.
I am writing in it everyday so far.
Im not looking forward to me filling it, and having to start a new one.
But new pages, means new thoughts to be thought, and new opinions to create.
I fill the pages with words which sometimes seem to turn in to lyrics, just to explain how i am feeling at that present time.
hopefully the paper will stop any sorrows pouring out of my eyes, and simply be the blankets of my life, comforting all my emotions. with out having to tell anyone of the web of tales which tumble through my brian. cocooning me from the outside world, stopping me concidering whether to burden my friends or not.
fantastic.
I have been able to handle my thoughts more rationally, all because of my little book. Hopefully this will last. and i will not recieve a mental breakdown too soon,
This book is starting to become filled with thoughts and memories i usally forget about in the spur of the moment.
I am writing in it everyday so far.
Im not looking forward to me filling it, and having to start a new one.
But new pages, means new thoughts to be thought, and new opinions to create.
I fill the pages with words which sometimes seem to turn in to lyrics, just to explain how i am feeling at that present time.
hopefully the paper will stop any sorrows pouring out of my eyes, and simply be the blankets of my life, comforting all my emotions. with out having to tell anyone of the web of tales which tumble through my brian. cocooning me from the outside world, stopping me concidering whether to burden my friends or not.
fantastic.