Sooo, i had my fair share of relationships, even at a young age, my longest being 2 and a half years, I've been dating for around 5 years now and while i wish i could say, that every relationship is unique and uncomparable to each other (which they are to an extend) I can easily put them i'm an...
You know that phrase, "I'm my own worst enemy"?
We seem to always protect ourselves from hurting other people, or from people hurting us, but sometimes I think we break our own hearts. Do you find that you set yourself up for failure, choose to be pessimistic, or anything similar?
Not even sure...
When I was around 17 or 18, my step mom came into the computer room and asked if I wanted to play a game. I said sure, and she pulled up a webpage (personalitypage.com I think) and simply told me to answer the questions as honestly as possible and then walked out of the room. So I spent a good...
Hollow, paralyzed, broken, decayed
Tortured by despair, disillusioned, dismayed
Dragging my carcass to each destination
Pretending to look forward to transparent occasions
Seeing everyone else with signs of vitality
Strumming their chords in tune with reality
Meanwhile my existence is plagued...
I realized lately that I get along best with ENFPs. I don't know but I always felt like they got me and understood where I was always coming from. My best friend is an enfp. Well, she was my best friend. Someone got in between us and told her something I had kept from her. My enfp friend hold...
Lost, lonely, broken loner
With too little to hide and too much to show
Wakes up to this bleak and grey, decrepit toy town every day
The walls around are graveyard fencing
Only visitors come in mourning
But they bring no sunrise, only fleeting flowers and silence
My tombstone they pass by vainly...
Enfeebled I slouch upon the broken throne
My tattered vestments in need to be sewn
Not quite the young lion that I used to be
Fog and smoke making it difficult to see
Lost in the labyrinth of space and time
Nuances in the armour looking so sublime
I am but a sage on a makeshift stage
Where should I wear my heart
If not on my sleeve
How can I make a start
If I can barely breathe
I'm a broken piece of porcelain in a cold place on the floor
Just a wounded, weary willow in the frigid winds of war
Tossed about like tissue in an updraft cold and swift
And I suppose the issue is...
It looks like my dreams and aspirations are dashed to shreds. The cost of college, 8 grand per semester, would have to be incurred by loans...I cannot afford...and here is why.
A year and a half ago I dropped out, six months shy of graduating, from Animation. I still owe something along the...