well here i am once again,
i feel like crying and just run
away from myself. theres no escaping my fears,
theres to escaping the truth. i feel like i've failed everyone.
don't put your faith on me because i'll just disapoint you. now im crying.
theres vary little i can do, the darkness wont go away ;'( the boogyman never stops coming after me even when im down i get hit. im starting to lose my grip once again, please make this all stop. blood for tears it's only fair
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hey axel, i am just popping in here from kat's blog. you sound like you need to talk to someone. you remind me of my brother. he had such a rough time for a while. he talks to someone now and he takes meds. it's a chem thing, but now his head's in a much better place and he's on his own.
you also sound like a guy who does a lot of thinking. introspective. geez, why aren't the guys i meet like you? they are all egomaniacs.
i like the poems you choose or wrote i'm not sure which. they have a language that i can totally relate to.
you are not shallow. don't be ashamed of that. cool chicks really love guys who are deep and have something to say. you say a lot on your blog.
my brother used to cry a lot too. he was so sad. i'm so glad he's not in that deep well anymore. oh he's had a bad day or two but mostly he's happy-ish.
i used to get sad too. i had a very bad exp with a broken heart. i didn't think i was going to see the next day. and now a few years later i am better. i can even laff about stuff that used to upset me (like everone thinking i'm a boy). talking helped a lot. writing helped me. my bf helped me too. and my parents. esp my mom.
axel--the world needs people like you. honest. don't ever give up on urself. find the light in everday. talk to someone, anyone.
peace, carter.
it's a chem problem in my head as well, but i don't take any meds because im afriad it'll change me
yea, i can understand your feelings about that. like i said my bro was prescribed soemthing and he didn't want to take it. he lived with us for a long time and part of that time he was always working out or playing baseball or football. he was ok then. then he quit everthing and his sadness came back. finally he took his meds. he is really doig great now except he and my dad are fighting.
sometimes we cant help the sadness.
sometimes we just need it to clear away.
try exercising (i know that's lame but it helped my bro).
can you imagine peple thinking you're something you are not YOUR WHOLE LIFE. it used to hurt. i laff in my head now when peple think i'm something else. anyway screw them. iamwhatiam.
and even misc little peeps like me care about peeps like you. really.
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