Spamming my Wattpad because I don't really have anyone to ramble. My ramblings tend to scare.
An actual conversation I had with my Therapist:
I can't kill myself.
Yes, you can, anyone can if they want to enough.
What's stopping you?
My Ma's needs me.
I can't go.
She swears she'd follow me into the darkness. That's why I'm here. I want her to live happily and if this means me living when some days I really don't want to. Then that's what shall be done!
I want to be happy.
How do you intend to do that?
Cardiff.
Alex you can't keep running to Wales.
What do you want out of life?
A family.
A business.
She smiles...
More short-term Alex.
I want more strong coffee.
I want to be independent enough to just randomly decide I'm going to go for coffee.
I want to sit in castle gardens and read poetry with my best friend.
I want to go to more gigs. Live music makes me feel well alive.
I want long, stupid and deep conversations.
I want to go on nights out and enjoy myself.
I want to go on day trips, travel... I need to see the sea again.
I want to make genuine connections with new people.
I want evenings full of Chinese food and video games also pizza!
I want to go to Prom... and enjoy it!
I want to go on dates.
Buy flowers.
Hug and kiss.
I'm good at falling, have you seen my latest graze?
I want my art in galleries.
I want to read my poetry out loud.
Possibly publish it.
I want to shoot with dad on a summer afternoon.
I want to not have to consume Prozac.
I want to make my friends and family proud.
I want to buy Ma a house.
I want to look after people, make them happy.
I don't want much.
-XR
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PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...