Depression Is – By Stacy Day

Posted on April 21, 2010 by admin

- depression is
depression is when you can’t sleep and you get so bored looking at your roof, that you spend weeks nights contemplating what to do with it only to find that you wouldn’t have enough determination to do it.
depression isn’t always suicide.
depression is ovbious to only yourself. suicide is ovbious to everyone.
depression is, and always will be, my, and many others, mays of life.
depression runs my life. makes me do things i shouldn’t do.
depression is that voice in the back of your head telling you, that you need help.
depression makes you gain weight, loose weight, not eat, eat too much.. do drugs. give or take a few.
depression has the feeling of death, without the dying part.
depression is still killing you even if you have the best things in the world.
depression isn’t just having too little, it’s having too much as well.
depression is never seeing your father happy.
depression is loosing your brother too his girlfriend.
depression is the killing of the broken pieces of your heart.
depression is slow motion and fast motion at the same time.
depression is the illusion that the world has turned it’s back on you and everyone in it.
depression is seeing happiness everywhere you go.
depression is hoping to survive and hoping not to at the same time.
depression isn’t contemplating suicide, but wishing you were already there.
depression is when the only thing that cares is the depression itself.
depression is when you are at school and you can’t remember things you learnt in grade 5.
depression is falling alseep in your favourite subject.
depression is hating yourself because your parents hate you.
depression is the hatred of your family.
depression eats your insides witha smile on it’s face.
depression is the look in your eyes when you wake up in the morning, knowing you have to live another day.  depression is yourself. you are depression.
depression makes you who you are and who you’ll always never want to be.
depression makes you miss your old self, but once your better, you miss depression.
but for me, mostly, depression is all of these, plus, depression is when you have had it so long that you are scared of who you will be when and if you get better. you wonder if you could survive happy and if the happiness would eat you.  now ask yourself.. do you have depression?

Whoooa

Posted on April 21, 2010 by admin

Whooooa!

WTH happened? Wheres all of the dark and stylish web 1.0 graphics? Wheres all of the funny cat photos?

All of that is NO MORE! MOHAHAHAHA

In A Angry Mood – Unique

Posted on March 23, 2010 by admin

I’m fucking unique, as far as i know…

My life is slow and boring, stuff rarely happens. Either I am home or at school, everything in between is a blank square that could be filled with so much more. But wishing for it isn’t going to make it happen, but what the fuck should I do then? Public service? Hell no!

I hear both of my parents and other adult japing about that I’m lazy, and saying that I just don’t understand the world, what? I understand the world perfectly! I know why that kind of tree grows just in that particular spot, I know why the stars sparkle, I know how nuclear fission power our homes, I know all of that good shit! Except where to find people…

What the fuck is the purpose of my life anyway? All I do is learn learn learn and then learn some more, and for what? Whats the point when I have no one to share my knowledge with? I keep reading and reading, learning and learning, all without any social interaction.

They say that knowledge is power, but what about social stuff?

//Peppoj

In A Sentimental Mood – Junky

Posted on February 25, 2010 by admin

You’re a junky,

All those countless liters of endorphins and pheromones has left you abstinent, and here you are, all alone, by yourself, left out by a matter of comfort, knowing the sad truth, that all you need, is more sex.

//Peppoj

In A Sentimental Mood – Another Day In Solitude

Posted on February 21, 2010 by admin

Another day in solitude,
Looking out the window, not much to see, wet ground, some mist
The sky is all white from all the clouds, there’s clouds all day all night, i can’t even see the stars anymore.

Sometimes, you just get a message from a random person, and it can mean so much to you, cause you sit all alone, home, all day and maybe do some… nothing, just sitting by yourself, watching youtube or television, maybe seep a couple of hours, by yourself.

Everything looks so.. still outside, it seems like no one cares if i’m here or what i am doing, and still, at the same time, there is no one who knows what i am thinking about all day, or doing for that matter.

I think long and hard on what i could do, and make some plans to actually do them, but when the time comes, it never seems to go the way as i planed. Yet another day…..

//Peppoj