This is the sequel to the book 'Depression Poems and Quotes'! *ONLY READ IF YOU  HAVE DEPRESSION, YOU SELF HARM, ARE SUICIDAL, ETC. OR IF YOU'VE HAD EXPERIENCE WITH IT* I wrote all of the poems and rants unless said otherwise! But the quotes are found on the internet! *Warning, this book isn't intended on helping fellow depressed people become happy. Its not uplifting poems, quotes, and rants. But that doesn't mean you won't find them helpful and or useful!* I hope you enjoy:)

A collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going insane and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't." IMPORTANT: Read 'not an update; read please' beforehand. Note: parts more towards the end are fairly better than the beginning, just a fair warning. **TRIGGER WARNING** [Highest ranking: #1 in Poetry]

a collection of poems and thoughts that I've wrote; a little peek at what goes on inside my head

Six word stories. Happy, sad, and otherwise. Please comment! I love to hear from you :) ((Don't forget to vote!!)) Highest rank: #1 in Short Stories 6 days in a row

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

barely poetic brain matter.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.