Life sucks. Sometimes by TatianaRosewood, literature
Literature
Life sucks. Sometimes
Life sucks. Sometimes it sucks so much that it feels like you're stuck in tar or quicksand. You may be down pretty deep or even over your head in it. It can feel like nothing will ever be right or good again. But you only reach the point of no return when you give up and let go. Don't let go. Find something, anything, positive about YOURSELF to give you reason to move forward. Be patient and persistent. Move forward and pull yourself up and maybe you'll bump into someone else in that pit who you can help and who can help you. If you let them. You might not get what you are hoping to get from them but find out what you have learned from your t
No one's ever quite understood just what its taken to be good
What its taken to be kind and now I've nearly lost my mind
Ripped my soul and broke my heart watched my family fall apart
Spread across and slipped away to loneliness of whom I'm prey
Melancholy prone not really mean that which I saw can't be unseen
it plagues all my unconscious thought and though I run always I'm caught
I never know what they will see 'twixt what they want and being me
Life sucks. Sometimes by TatianaRosewood, literature
Literature
Life sucks. Sometimes
Life sucks. Sometimes it sucks so much that it feels like you're stuck in tar or quicksand. You may be down pretty deep or even over your head in it. It can feel like nothing will ever be right or good again. But you only reach the point of no return when you give up and let go. Don't let go. Find something, anything, positive about YOURSELF to give you reason to move forward. Be patient and persistent. Move forward and pull yourself up and maybe you'll bump into someone else in that pit who you can help and who can help you. If you let them. You might not get what you are hoping to get from them but find out what you have learned from your t
No one's ever quite understood just what its taken to be good
What its taken to be kind and now I've nearly lost my mind
Ripped my soul and broke my heart watched my family fall apart
Spread across and slipped away to loneliness of whom I'm prey
Melancholy prone not really mean that which I saw can't be unseen
it plagues all my unconscious thought and though I run always I'm caught
I never know what they will see 'twixt what they want and being me
I mentioned it a while back but I've finally gotten a picture of one of my jewelry pieces. Its an anklet. The first I've made. I may or may not be selling them en masse to a local New-age store closer to the beginning of the summer.