"I told you this was a bad idea."

"No. You told me you weren't sure if it would work, so you would accompany me to make sure. There's a difference."

Terrence looked at her, caked in a thick layer of dirt. He looked at the metal pole, seemingly smug at its victory.

"If you didn't have the brilliant idea to shimmy up the flagpole, none of this would have happened."

"How on Earth was I supposed to realize it wasn't strong enough to support my weight?"

"Perhaps the designers assumed high schoolers would have a certain amount of common sense."

"Well, there's their problem right there. No one at this school has any of that."

"And yet you don't see them trying to replant a pole."

"I prefer to call it an adventure in engineering."

"I prefer to call it a mistake."

When you drink salt water, you are left more thirsty than before.

When you cry, your heart thirsts for more.

-

In a moment, she no longer exists, disappeared in some cruel magic trick.

Memories are her only trace.

But as time passes, she will be erased.

she stared, as if looking long enough would make her realize it was all a giant mistake

they were pale, having an almost marble-eske sheen. she wondered idely if their face would feel cold too, like stone. And that was another thing- they were absolutely still.

they were stone, chiseled into the shape of family.

she walked into the hospice courtyard, unable to look behind her for fear of never leaving

I need to pull myself together (how are you so calm you heartless thing)

I have to be there for my family they need me (I can’t need someone I can’t)

it’s hurting me more than I thought (knowing I won’t hear her voice again)

how can I jump around so soon (drag yourself down pull yourself up not enough not enough not enough)

Tell me how to feel about this

For I do not know

Tell me where I stand

For I cannot take a side

Tell me who I am

For I am a farsighted beast

who cannot see itself

I’m in the status

Between who I am and who I want to be

I’ve shifted skins

A snake done molting

I know this must be better

So why do I feel like I’ve lost?

I’ve hopped on the fast track to my dreams

But this train moves too fast for me

I cannot falter, or stop to breathe

Or I am left behind

Overwhelmed

Overworked

Over.

I keep reusing my old ideas

recyling words until they turn stale and plastic

I am blank, an empty white canvas

the longer I stare the more my words jumble

jagged phrases scraping the inside of my brain

They fumble aimlessly

attempting to recreate a feeble memory

It's been too long

my words are gone

I was a well of words- overflowing with things to say.

but before my eyes the well dried

I had nothing to say

nothing to write

there are two ways I've found to get out of it

One: look outside, and find a piece that catches your eyes. Describe it, in as much detail as you can.

Two: listen to music. songs that make you feel, songs that make think.

I hope this helps!

So I saw this AskReddit video earlier this morning. It was about things that shouldn't be romanticised.

Self Care.

I'm going to inform the whole one follower I have that hasn't had this information.

It's a long and shitty process. It's not all chocolates and bubble baths. Thats the aftertreatment. If you wanna know good self care techniques, go to an official hospital website, and look, or ask a doctor. "Hey, I'm not feeling the best, I think I have ___" They will test you for symptoms, and you'll be on your way.

Another thing is, medicine. It's not a miracle pill you can take to cure your depression. It will only block SOME of the symptoms. The best thing you can do is just tank through it. Your thoughts might be reduced, but they won't go away.

I have no experience with medicine for mental illnesses, because I didn't want to go through withdrawal. I can't help you there. All I want is for you to know, you can't cure mental illnesses with cutesy stuff. That's to make yourself feel like less of a masochist.