What if you're not happy? What will you do when you wake up one day, and realise that life isn't as good as you think?
Sincerely,
Anxiety
P.S: Depression asked me to remind you that nobody is here for you.

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What if you're not happy? What will you do when you wake up one day, and realise that life isn't as good as you think?
Sincerely,
Anxiety
P.S: Depression asked me to remind you that nobody is here for you.
What happens to Lord Henry Wotton after Dorian Gray dies?
Any possibility will do.
I burnt all my poetry
I write, a lot, I fill note books, exam pads and pretty much anything that I can scribble on.
But I don't post much of it on social media. I guess it's like this one quote that I read the other day. "I'm like a therapist that cries at night"
I'm a poet who keeps all his feelings to himself. I'm still not sure if that's a good thing, by the way.
A couple of days ago I burnt all my poetry and I'm trying to figure out if I did that because it wasn't good enough or if I did it because I thought... I hoped that the depression would follow the wind the same way that the ashes did
Iâve been holding this in for years now but I donât care anymore FUCK all the parental guardians from fosterâs home for imaginary friends who made their kids discard their imaginary friends like garbage after they get âtoo oldâ by kicking them out into the streets or LITERALLY throwing them away in trashcans so much that they had to build foster homes just for these sentient individuals that everyone can see and communicate with yet can be treated worse than dogs without anyone blinking an eye and are conditioned to not even question why they have to serve human children in the first place like Macâs mom had zero fuckin reason to force Mac to give up his adoptive brother just because he was âtoo oldâ which he wasnât he was fucking 8
First off, it wasnât even macs fucking fault, it was his brothers fault, he framed blood for wrecking the house AND there isnt even a valid reason for giving up imaginary friends because even TEENS made them, so keeping imaginary friends into teenage years makes absolute sense, and taking those imaginary friends away likely results in teens making those terrifying imaginary friends just to fight.
Clearly taking away imaginary friends from their creators as children results in imaginary backlash and emotional damage and society would likely be far better off if those imaginary friends and their creators maintained their relationship well into adulthood, reducing depression and anxiety for adults and normalizing imaginary friends being a part of the world in a meaningful way in this essay I will
Iâm in love with my ex girlfriend from high school and Iâm trying to get back together with her, but since we broke up Iâve changed a lot and I donât know if she likes the person I have become. Trying to write a poem about that but there arenât really any words that properly capture how I feel
The only thing that I can think of to write is her name and that is sometimes enough.
Ode to Humanity
The world as we know it works in nobody's favour. We may have battlefields on which senseless violence takes place, but sometimes the worst kind of harm comes not from famine or plagues. But from the next door neighbour who thinks that you're not what your parents are, the parents who want you to be just like the next door neighbour's child. The worst kind of destruction is that of our self-esteem and maybe, just maybe if you're one of the unlucky ones the worst kind of destruction is that of your soul.
Happiness is home made. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm9qL7WHe72/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=r6uvqpoml7b2
Listen! You are shining. It's just not dark enough for everybody else to see that. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm1Ojh3Fpzb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=108x8rnu5bqv7
It's not just a street. I find happiness here.đ https://www.instagram.com/p/BmvuJMnlvoQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pnojgoucyro5
-she's the one and I'm not-
She was like a rose that complained about the thorns on her stem. And to him... that just made her untouchable.
I hope that like the plants that struggle through random rocks. That you too shall grow in between life's hardships. https://www.instagram.com/p/BmrNXQxFv63/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ify3ulp0kcb6
âI donât think you ever really fall out of love with someone. I think when you fall in love, like true love, itâs love for life. All the rest is just experience and delusions.â
â J.A. Redmerski (via purplebuddhaquotes)
âYou know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?â
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âYou know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?â
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âThe books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.â
-Oscar Wilde, The Pictures of Dorian Gray