April 2010
*waves*
My name is Danielle. I’m the go-to girl of all my friends. I have a healing touch. My words can make it ‘click’. It is the only thing I can honestly admit I am good at. I can fix people. I’ve gone through a little bit of everything and I learned to cope and deal. I don’t want ANYONE I know to trudge on alone. It hurts, more than the actual problem, to look around you...
If I could fly...
Being sick blows. Having dreams in which you look at yourself and think ‘Wow I look amazing’ and then get rejected a million times, over and over, in the dream….it blows. It’s times when I feel like this that I wish I was back in Indiana, a short drive away from people that love me. Losing my voice now, coughs sound disgusting; it’s getting to the point where I think...
Well Enough Alone.
I can’t complain about today, because I spent a total of about, 30 minutes in reality. Immersed myself in stories, shows, and now some Chevelle, oh how I love them. Debating what to do with the night, sleep or stay up and explore more alternate realities to dwell in. Stopped taking my medication, because I’m tired of relying on pills to be happy. So my defense mechanism to all the shit...
Down, Down, Down.
All good things come to an end.
How can I write this with secret meanings? I do not wish to offend anyone, but to release the building pressure inside my head. Everyone has been rejected by someone in their life, and sometimes that person does it more than once. Will they ever really have a change of heart? Will they mean what they always promise this time? Can people really change? I don’t...
Isolation
I Wish You Were Here : Incubus
That song means so much to me. I’ve purposely isolated myself from everyone. I moved away from Indiana to escape everything that has happened there. I’m here in Pensacola now, I don’t know anyone. I came here to get better; see doctors, get back on track. For some reason I’ve decided to stay here, in this city where I have no friends. It...
Desperation
Have you ever tried forcing yourself to be in love with someone?
Just the thought of being alone, never finding that person that is supposed to change your whole world, you cling to anything you can.
I have to fucking believe that I won’t die alone and as unhappy as I have been for a few months now. I have have a tiny ounce of hope that I won’t always being a useless, depressed fuck...
I'm a noob.
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