I'm just a bi-polar  gal' fighting my problems...  finding life in novels and books... with a high amount of inferiority complex ..  .. .. 

p.s .. AnD liVInG my depression. . 

AnD suffering from Philophobia..  

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.


I can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is my wrist.


Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They're so... empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.