Lack there of

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Blue eyed boy

I’ve been feeling like I can’t quite be myself in public anymore, since I’m always sad and I can’t show it. I can’t talk. I can’t do anything. All I can do is cover myself up, hide the black circles under my eyes with make up, and try to look nice. But what is nice? Shouldn’t it…

Forgetting

Can we really forget something willingly? I was thinking about this the other day while I was walking my dog, and I noticed a certain paradox here. I mean, if we’ve decided to forget about something, we’re going to try to do other things as to distract ourselves, right? And, right as we no longer…

Crushes suck

I sound like a 13 year old girl after her first eye contact with her crush, but I mean it. The thing is this isn’t really pain. Although, at the same time, it is- in a strange way. I mean, for someone who has to deal with mental health issues every day, this would seem…

Something new (hopefully)

Hi guys. I want to try something. It’s no secret that I love to write. And I’m at a time in my life where I’m very confused where I’m supposed to be going. What I’m supposed to be pursuing. So I thought of doing something. What if I wrote for 30 days straight? Just rough…

Art, science and death

Art and Science. You know what makes them the same? Exactly what tells them apart- Death. Science creates upon death. Scienc e has built itself up by experimenting with dead bodies and playing with death, all the while trying to extend our inevitability. Art also creates upon death. Pain has a fascinating power of inspiration,…

The Future

When you’re younger you’re asked “what do you want to do when you grow older?”. However, as you get older that question remains with you, maybe assuming different shapes-“what do you want to do with your life?”, “what’s the course you’re gonna be taking?”, “who do you aspire to be?”. The problem I have with…

Thought

Here’s a photo of one of the pages of my sketchbook I did this morning, which I think turned out cool. Hope you enjoy it. “If art is anything, can art be nothing? Can art be sadness? Can art be the struggle of not being able to put pen to paper, can art be the…

The lonely kitchen

  So, I’m a massive fan of photography. Thus, I’ve decided to actually try and get really into it, as, with my depression and all, I haven’t REALLY explored it to its max. Furthermore, I’ve been struggling (a lot, actually), and so I thought why not give this another shot? I mean, I’ve always been a…

Sad

Empty words Fill in a blank page as the twisted corners of my mind crash like waves against their cage   Tired of feeling Tired of existing Just gotta keep on breathing Until I feel like living   I wish I could erase myself Remove my presence from others So I won’t cause any harm…

Pointless

It’s saturday night again, and I have nothing to post. So, why not just start writing, right? However, I wonder, are these really worth it? Is a regular weekly schedule more important than better quality posts? I honestly can’t decide. On the one hand, people always say volume is the key to getting better, to…