The things you wish you could change about yourself . . . you just can't seem to change them. So, are you really the person everyone else claims that you are?
for moments at a time . . . I think YES.
Who loved you?
Who took care of you?
Don't be afraid to feel when somebody loves you. I'm sorry your mother wasn't able to give you what you needed. ..
You are so lovable, Love is your Power! Don't ever be afraid to give it completely or to take it completely.
scene from the show Hawthorne.
These words were expressed by Nick's mother to Jada Pinkett Smith.
. . . where we used to sit together like nothing happened
She still sits there in the warm evening glow
You dodn't care about the things I treasure but these worst winds I know, I know
Seems like evey thing stays like stone - time to let it all go
EVERY KINGDOM MUST ONE DAY COME TO AN END.
lyrics by BEN HOWARD.
the kind of person we are, will be, can be . . .
You can't make people see you, who don't want to REALLY see you.
"Maybe I wasn't built for that. . . I was scared of failing and succeeding.
I was comparing myself to other people"
"People who are my heroes are the people who tell me the truth no matter what."
"I valued other people's decisions more than I valued my own."
Online chatting can cure the smallest once of pain. :)
I chatted with 3 really great people today"
[THE LONELY DAYS BECOME BETTER DAYS WITH EACH PASSING DAY . . . BEACUSE THER ARE LITTLE THINGS THAT HELP US FEEL ALIVE AGAIN]
[one day you wake up with joy in your heart, sun shining in your window, a sense of new hope "I can conquer the world! I am different. I will make my life work. I will prove everyone wrong - I AM a good person.
then 'night' hits and your world has flipped upside down. You see the horror of your life staring you in the face, you're trapped and can no longer get out. A cloud follows you wherever you go. You can no longer run from it - you constantly fall inside the traps. You are trapped. You are alone. - You are not a good person.
Name calling - roles right off your back. You live with spite. You've lost so much that you can't figure out how to gain control again. Your words mean nothing. You are left with nothing. You are suffering from the effects of a life you chose. A life you don't necessarily want to continue being in. The question lies . . . after the treatment and the time, and the medication - what do you do? who are you? Where do you go from here?]