Take me to the place I love
NeglectSometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, the city of angels
Lonely as I am, together we cry
Art Class MusingsI sit in the far left corner of my favorite class.Art Class Musings
Slouched in my seat, hair a mess, feet propped up in the basket of the seat in front of me.
I watch people walk in; most of them nursing students - or so they think.
Everyone in this damned state is either a teacher or a nurse. Good to know that no one will ever go uneducated or sick.
People stare at me. Part of me is aggravated by this; the other part is flattered.
I'm wearing black skinnies that fit me perfectly, the shirt I slept in last night, an XXL sweatshirt; dirty, ripped up Keds, and lime green socks. No makeup at all.
SelfWhat are you really looking at when you look me in the eye? Do you see my unanswered questions? Do you even know why? Why I am the way I am, why I do the things I do? Why I say what I say, oh, what does it matter to you? My eyes wander to things I cannot have; simply because they are not mine. I want, I need, I crave, I desire... Just please, don't ease my troubled mind. I'm happiest when miserable, for intense emotion makes me feel most alive. Passion, freedom, and adventure are the things for which I strive. I don't care about tomorrow, and looking back only hurts me more. Many askSelf
ManicOh, the sweet suppression of it all - Pushing it down, farther down, farther, and farther... Removing it from my conscience completely, Almost as if nothing happened in the first place. Sitting, paralysed; Without thought or gesture, It consumes me; indifferently. I feel it circumnavigate my vessels, Stirring my lungs into asthmatic frenzy. It maneuvers its way throughout my muscles. Puncturing my tendons; piercing my ligaments, Electrifying my bones, Waves of hysteria throttle the marrow. ... Rendered- I am still. I am alive.Manic
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