taste of yeast, limes, and salt, the savoring experience of poison... an explosion in my mouth... toxic... just what i wanted for breakfast...
couple drinks... dancing... old and new friends... amusing... couple shots... inebriation... silliness always turns in to what us kids like to believe is depression... some one's not happy... some one is thinking of old times... times when things weren't so happy... i was crying and you were smiling... some one starts yelling... in the corner some one is kissing... in the other corner some one is crying because jealousy is overtaking their soul... on the couch some one is watching tv... clueless to anything that is going on... in the kitchen people are laughing taking shots... careless of the outcome... outside some one is smoking a cigarrette thinking about what they've just done or what they are about to do... in the bedroom some one is trying to slip lubrication on... while the other is laying there lifeless... over the toilet some one is puking
... during all this confusion... some one is always crying or hurting inside...
depression my darlings is not a fact... depression is an act...
we who are discouraged because something didn't go our way... are not depressed... we are simply demoralized because some one or some thing hurt us...
thing is... we believe we are depressed so we act on it... we feel gloomy and sad and want to drink it away... slit are wrists... hide in the corner... because we think we are depressed... we are depressed... pills nor death are the answer... people who look on the negative side of life and never look towards the positive and happy side... will never experience life... in order to get through the bad times we have to look at the good....
Note: i planned on writing about my night... i didn't really plan on writing about depression... but i supose that is how drunken nights usually end up
couple drinks... dancing... old and new friends... amusing... couple shots... inebriation... silliness always turns in to what us kids like to believe is depression... some one's not happy... some one is thinking of old times... times when things weren't so happy... i was crying and you were smiling... some one starts yelling... in the corner some one is kissing... in the other corner some one is crying because jealousy is overtaking their soul... on the couch some one is watching tv... clueless to anything that is going on... in the kitchen people are laughing taking shots... careless of the outcome... outside some one is smoking a cigarrette thinking about what they've just done or what they are about to do... in the bedroom some one is trying to slip lubrication on... while the other is laying there lifeless... over the toilet some one is puking
... during all this confusion... some one is always crying or hurting inside... depression my darlings is not a fact... depression is an act...
we who are discouraged because something didn't go our way... are not depressed... we are simply demoralized because some one or some thing hurt us...
thing is... we believe we are depressed so we act on it... we feel gloomy and sad and want to drink it away... slit are wrists... hide in the corner... because we think we are depressed... we are depressed... pills nor death are the answer... people who look on the negative side of life and never look towards the positive and happy side... will never experience life... in order to get through the bad times we have to look at the good....
Note: i planned on writing about my night... i didn't really plan on writing about depression... but i supose that is how drunken nights usually end up
oeee your eyes are so pretttyyy!!!!
xxx