I wonder where my youth went. I remember the summers from my childhood. Wake up to the sound of pebbles on my window, get dressed as quickly as I could, race to Matthew's house. running. Being with friends so long that I began to fight with them as if they were my brothers, they were. Acquaintances now, no longer confiding in their friendship, I'm ( Read more... )

My depression gets worse by the day. I've been thinking about suicide a lot lately. I wouldn't usually be so blunt and straight-foward about it, but I really don't care anymore. I've cried out for attention plenty of times before and they've all gone unnoticed, as far as I know ( Read more... )

I won't speak in metaphors this time ( Read more... )