I still carry Playdough around in my purse. Because I'm addicted to the smell, and sometimes I just feel like building things then DEMOLISHING them.
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I still carry Playdough around in my purse. Because I'm addicted to the smell, and sometimes I just feel like building things then DEMOLISHING them.
There is a swirling tempest of shades within my heart, and alone I dwell amidst its eye, a mirror reflecting its various hues, wondering if I'll ever be free. As my mind wanders, my soul resonates my deepest fears, paralyzing my heart and mind in clouds of uncertainty. I gaze desperately into the shattered reflections of my heart, searching for a way out. An ominous laughter mocks my plight and a malevolent cry overcomes me, bleeding its hollowness throughout my very being. As darkness sinks across my eyes, I feel such sinful joy. I have become the laughter.

Awh @kaleidoscope always has these cool things to say :3
(Anyone who ever hurts kalei in whatsoever way for whatsoever reasons, will have their heads represented on a platter by me to her the very next day. This is not a threat, this is a promise.)
Okay so I need to pick up on reading and getting back at people in PM's and do other things on this day off, but I just want to sleep :(
@eyenexepee THAT WAS THE MOST EPIC POST IN THE HISTORY OF EPIC POSTS![]()

Quid pro quo, kaleido (wheeeeeee I rhymed!) :3
(Returning your kindness with possibly violent kindness ^^ )
((Wait, that sounds weird :S But yunno what I mean, right? xD ))
Great post! That's awesome that you are jumping right into it instead of trying to run away. Sometimes all the things we consider dark about ourselves are actually quite beautiful when we get the chance to be friend them. Not to mention more interesting than the things we normally like about ourselves. I've found such peace and love for myself when I can honest and embrace what is actually there, rather than what i think should be there. Enjoy the journey my friend. Peace and respect.
I need to read this again.
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i am lurking profiles so much today. i feel creepy. sorry! haha.
My therapist thinks it'd be worth looking into being assessed for something like ADD...
What the hell has happened to me? Where has the old me gone?? I never had any problems like this as a kid... I was super-smart, had no trouble in school and was always at the top of my class, absorbed knowledge and information like a sponge... and loved every second of it. Now I feel so stupid. My brain feels like it doesn't work anymore; I can barely comprehend stuff sometimes. I'm 27 years old and I end up throwing books across the room and bawling my eyes out because I just don't get anything anymore. It doesn't matter if I know how to read, it doesn't matter if I have an extensive vocabulary, it doesn't matter what my fucking IQ is (not that I know it, but I do know that I'm far from unintelligent)... my comprehension is all but gone. I feel so fucking stupid. It's the main thing stopping me from, well, pretty much everything. I don't do anything anymore because of it. It feels like something is physically wrong inside my brain, like a neurological or chemical problem, like something isn't making the connections it's supposed to anymore.
I never had any such problems as a kid. I was the one reading books meant for teens when I was six, I was the 13-year-old reading non-fiction books with 1,000+ pages on all the topics that interested me... and I can barely make my way through a chapter of an easy novel without crying out of sheer frustration now. This shit has robbed me of all my favourite things in life.
What the hell??? Is this what depression has done to me? I'm such a fucking failure...
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