| Written by Diana, on 30-04-2001 05:07 |
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I think this valiant effort at creating a darkness around myself stems from my fear of losing it. When the depression is gone, I will have nothing left to carry on about. I will be a typical young american. Black and red beaded bracelets, black paintings, dark eyes, dark words--all just a race against time to preserve that part of myself. Maybe I won't lose it, but just in case, I'm preparing for a worst case scenario. People don't understand that. I've stayed awake tonight to remember...to keep my mind alive. I was getting death looks from the nurse doing rounds all morning but I just laugh. I do not fear her. She is what will keep my thoughts flowing--my hatred. I've lost that. and it really hurts. It hurts deep down inside. Location: Las Encinas Hospital.
Last update: 30-04-2001 05:07
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