Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her
Anytime people get depresed or sad or lonely they only depend on themselves Because rarely anyone cares about how people feel. If people want the world to change first they have to change themselves. Anyone can be happy as long as they have the resources to do so. Weather its friends or family or your pets Try to be happy as much as possible.
I apologize to all who may remember who I am, but I have reached a time in life where I need to say good-bye for now. If I ever start a new account, please forget who I was, and accept who I have become,
this worlds just wants to take everything i care about from me. to hide them in a far off land i could never reach. what should i do if i cant stop it. this world is just trying to destroy me no matter what. why is this realm so cruel to me.