F*ck My Brain

Just a space, in space, to put whatever out, because my brain is an asshole and it needs to get interested in life again

[lakesofcum]

I am tired and uninspired I am used batteries I am talentless and stale I am a book that’s been read and now just sits on the shelf I am a broken guitar string I am useless I am invisible And everyday I feel like I’m at war with the world Some days I feel like I’m standing on the tallest mountain screaming at the top of my lungs, “Look at me! Please look at me!” If loneliness ever needed a definition it would be me I see countless faces everyday But do they see me? No! I am alone I am invisible All I want to do is help people like me I want to hold you and kiss your scars and say, “I swear to God it’ll be okay. Not today, but one day. One day you will wake up and smile for no damn reason” But today, we can cry Today we can be invisible Today we can be invisible

Nick Heck (via impairedbody)

[fmbrain]

So this is happening! First time I have spontaneously needed to paint in forever! It’s not much too look at yet, but fuck yeah! I feel like I have just taken my first deep breath after being held under water for a very long time.

[youmatterlifeline]

Reblog this for suicide prevention.

[fmbrain]

Dear life,

I miss you.  I want to come out and play again but I seem to have forgotten how to.  The Brain and I are having issues and she has left me lost in the fog again.  She is such a bitch.  It has been two months today since I stopped taking Paxil (paroxetine).  The Brain was fed that crap for 9 years this last time and I think she has forgotten how to work properly.  I am going to find the colour (F U spell checker, I write in Canadian) in life again, and get Brain and I healthy and friendly again.  I am trying.  It’s really hard.

[fmbrain]

Dear life,

I miss you.  I want to come out and play again but I seem to have forgotten how to.  The Brain and I are having issues and she has left me lost in the fog again.  She is such a bitch.  It has been two months today since I stopped taking Paxil (paroxetine).  The Brain was fed that crap for 9 years this last time and I think she has forgotten how to work properly.  I am going to find the colour (F U spell checker, I write in Canadian) in life again, and get Brain and I healthy and friendly again.  I am trying.  It’s really hard.

[fmbrain]

[fmbrain]

[fmbrain]

The Grey is Everyday

I feel like I have lost all connection to my own life.  I need to get shit out, maybe connect with others in the same situation.  Lost, despondent, bored, uninterested.  I want my lust for life, my hope, and confidence back.  I need to get back on track.  I need to relearn how to live without fucking paroxetine numbing my brain like it has for the better part of twenty fucking years.  I need to make friends with myself again.  Fuck.  I just need this shit grey to go away.  I want to live again.

[fmbrain]

The Grey is Everyday

I feel like I have lost all connection to my own life.  I need to get shit out, maybe connect with others in the same situation.  Lost, despondent, bored, uninterested.  I want my lust for life, my hope, and confidence back.  I need to get back on track.  I need to relearn how to live without fucking paroxetine numbing my brain like it has for the better part of twenty fucking years.  I need to make friends with myself again.  Fuck.  I just need this shit grey to go away.  I want to live again.