Red wine tastes like dead people and gives me a headache.

I pulled an all-nighter tonight, not doing homework, but rather reading Annie on my Mind. I'm completely captivated. Sometimes I miss being with a woman; they're such beautiful things--the way they smell naturally pretty, their soft skin, the gentleness in their voices ( Read more... )

I am gaining back all the weight I lost.
I need to start going to the gym again. I don't know why I can't make myself.

I need more time to finish my novel. I'm at 42 pages or so & I have 5 weeks left. Granted, I only need to get to 60 pages to meet the minimum page requirement for Senior Thesis, but I know I won't be satisfied until it feels at least a little bit finished. I want a first draft of it ( Read more... )

I'm on my second novel.

I don't sleep.

It's alright.

One day I will wake up feeling refreshed. It'll be next to my boyfriend, who will still be sleeping, and I will smile at him and know that he loves me. I will look in the mirror and like what I see. I will be on time for work and ready to manage everything. I will eat a modest lunch and not think about what else I could sneak into my mouth. I will ( Read more... )

On Killing the Sadness & Not Yourself
the college kid's guide to fighting depression

by Carrie-Lynne Dark Cloud Davis

[intro]

1. Pretend that you're happy. Alright, I'm sure you're already pissed off by this, but plz hear me out. Us terminally-sad folks know that it's not that simple. Depression isn't just a shitty day, a lousy grade on a test, ( Read more... )

this christmas i did not wake up and open presents because i had no presents, instead i went to visit my stepmother in jail. for an hour and a half i listened to her talk about how she missed shopping and she's really sick of eating plantanos every day. we went home and hid in our respective rooms. jean left. my dad slept and is still sleeping. i ( Read more... )

I vacillate between feelings of worthlessness and grandiosity. Though I shouldn't really make this claim, I feel like it's worse than being bi-polar because the shifts happen so frequently. Woe is the borderline ( Read more... )

i just want a love letter from a boy.