I like eyes. Some drugs.And Metal.And a few other things.(Not all of them are demonic shit)P.S: This blog might give the feeling that I'm in a worst state of mind than the one I'm actually in.
Sometimes itâs hard to talk about your feelings or problems, because you feel like youâll be nothing but an egoist who speaks only about him/herself (And you are totally wrong) , that you will only annoy somebody that you like enough to speak with your heart and will erode this friendship that you cherish so much, you just donât want to be a burden, so you listen, but never speak.
I know that itâs hard, I know you fear that something you thought you suppressed like and old memory, a ghost of the past or just a simple thought that you never spoke out, buried deep inside come back again and devour you.
I know that it can hurt sometimes, even if the rest of the time you feel like you are already dead.
If you feel like that, even if you think that itâs just because itâs late at night, and that tomorrow morning youâll probably have forgotten everything,
If you have nobody to talk to,
Iâm here for you,
You donât even have to make some awkward presentations,
âmanâ:
-âSomething awful happened to meâ
-âI love(d) him/her so muchâ
-âI feel emptyâŚâ -"Things donât go pretty wellâŚâ Are perfectly fine ways to start a conversation
So please donât be afraid of being a burden or considered as a monster that you are not,
You can come you know?
Wow, iâm back, itâs been a long time, kinda sad since I had a lot of stories to tell, but hey, Iâm coming back with great news!
I passed my exams and I changed a lot, to the point where I donât even consider myself as someone who suffer from depression, yay! ^,^
once i got very drunk in a bar and my mum had to pick me up so i was trying to act normal by keeping the conversation so i asked her if shes a virgin and she looked at me with pain in her eyes and said âi wish i wasâ
These two last week were tiring and... Colorful. I was tripping so hard Saturday night that a new friend told me that she never so a little being so full of magic and life, they called me a farfadet (dunno how to translate it). So much things happened it was so pretty...
F*ck last saturday night was awesome.
I went to a free party held by Eazytek and it was amazing, I danced for 12 hours non stop doinâ COCAIIIIIINE (read this in dr. Rockso voice :p) I made tons of friends and for a night, I destroyed my social anxiety.
I could make a post of a thousand lines to tell the story but f*ck that was an adventure.
The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you donât have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether thatâs in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you arenât good enough for any of that.
âItâs not the illness,â it says, âYou feel this way because itâs who you are.â