Putting my issues in perspective with other things, it doesn't cancel out whatever I have, nor should it. We all have our own issues that have meaning regardless of the fact there is always someone going through worse.
It’s April, Autism Awareness Month and I want to this year give awareness about how damn hard it is creating and keeping friendships when you have Autism or any seen/unseen disability and/or mental health condition, by doing exactly that, or at least do what I can to try and do that.
There’s a girl in the bathtub Blood gushing from her wrists There’s a boy on London Bridge Watching the water flow on by We’re only broken souls trying to find our way, trying to find our way through the dark
Just put it away Listen to what I say Darling you’ll be ok I know how you feel Hope seems unreal Feeling so alone You’re forgotten in your own home This life you cannot bare And no one seems to care You’re lost and so alone No one even knows Your left all on your own Forgotten child
We all have scars, a history we cannot bear, but we need to put that behind us. And we all get judged by something that cannot be changed, but we need to just ignore those judges.We constantly feel we aren’t good enough, and we lose courage, and hope and faith in simply what the truth is. Others forever tear us down, even those that did it unintentionally and unknowingly, and it just hurts so so bad.
Today, (14th October 2013) one of my friends, he was talking about retaliating or something like that, I can’t remember, and he asked me something like why not retaliate? And I said “you know I’m against violence, and so are you”, and he said to me “don’t tell me you’re against violence when you remember what you did to your wrist”. This was in class too!
Sometimes in life, bad things happen and sometimes in life, those bad things cost us lives. Sometimes it is our fault, other times it is not, but no matter what, we always seem to blame ourselves. We blame ourselves for even trying and are mad at our mistakes. We blame ourselves for breaking hearts, and we blame others for breaking ours. It hurts, it hurts bad, and it gets harder every single time.
For me, lately it’s been the knife that I been resorting to. (not literally a knife, but what the knife represents) I’ve felt just so weak the past few weeks, I’ve been getting quite stressed, and I’ve just been completely ignoring the things I have written here on my blog and my Instagram account.