Some days I wake up and just hate the world. I hate that I have to wake up. I hate that certain people exist. I hate what I know I have to do. 1,510 more words
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I sat there, in silence, as she read my words out loud. Needless to say I cringed. It’s bad enough to listen someone read your writing, but even more so when its your thoughts that have taken you close to 12 years tease out the “normal” thoughts from the ones your brain makes up just to make you feel miserable. 293 more words
“Hey, it’s August! Rise and shine, it’s a new month, TheVeRa!” A voice that I recognised as my angel woke me up, a bit too early for most people. 996 more words
Whether it is writing, painting, singing, or designing bridges, this quote about the odds is funny and true.
It is risky business to bet on make a living as an artist, doing what we feel happy doing, or what we feel compelled to do (instead of taking a sure paycheck from a job we don’t like). 73 more words