Sometimes people say things that they don’t mean. Being low and trying to fight with your mind like it’s a battle every day, and no one asks if you’re all right? Really sucks, but then that’s when you start to figure out who your real friends are. I am low a lot, figuring out how to get from one day to another, without breaking down can be hard. And it bubbles at the surface, I try to put on a brave face. But it’s a lie. I find release in different outlets. Singing, screaming, writing, filling a page until I can’t anymore. That darkness is always there. The boogeyman doesn’t ever go away. Friends aren’t supposed to either, well the ones you still have anyway.
I’m tired of all of these apps that are supposed to bring us together, when in fact it just brings some of us more down. I like Twitter though, I can post on there randomly and some people get it. My boyfriend is on the Twitter and on here as well, steemit:) I enjoy this community more, it’s educational and there is a lot of information. I was going to write about something that happened lastnight, but it’s Sunday. I’m too depressed as it is. I wish I were home with my freemarketkev. But I can wait, I don’t mind💞 I am inserting a picture of my little buddy O’Malley.
