“There are no scars from happiness, from joy, from peace.
The good things rarely leave marks on our surfaces.
It is not so much that our skin keeps the happiness inside,
but rather that it is so powerful in keeping the sadness on the outside.”
-I wrote this 7 months ago, before I was anywhere near as hopeful as I am now.
Who knew that a child (adult?!?!) trapped in such depression could have been so wise?
You are more now than you ever were.
Stay strong my lovelies. I am sending happy stars your way.
If any long-term followers would like a little note or something, I may be up for that (finally....how many times have I attempted this?)
Note me, if so. I'll try and send little post-card like things out....maybe, possibly...
I'm just so happy recently. I had one minor episode, but I laid on my bed and buried my face in my pillow and whispered don't don't don't and got up and listened to heavy-chord music and wrote some shit and felt better. There are other ways. There are other ways to let the sorrow out.
I love you all.
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