Lostinthemaze92

Is when the year begins for me. January and February are for grieving. January, because it's the first month. February because it's too short to count. I am stupid. I am stupid and there is nothing that will remedy my illness. Even with all the wisdom I've gathered, even with the smallest secrets of the universe, I am absolutely the dumbest person I know. Overly emotional, overbearing, intense at inappropriate times. I've reached a limit with the control I exert over myself. I simply cannot circumvent my own ways. I desire things that I cannot have. I desire things that I know will never satisfy me. Despite my efforts, I cannot override these

I'm not a great writer, I'm not a great artist. I've made this whole thing about how well I can draw, when I'm not very good at it at all! None of that matters though! I am good at something! I MAKE THINGS! All the time! I make jewelry! I make bracelets! I make beaded key chains! I crochet! So I'm done with this whole posting only the things I draw! Or when I get the itch to write poorly. I'm gonna be what I am, and not what I'm not. So, when I make things, I'm gonna post em here, because that's what I'm really good at. I'm gonna make up for this by putting up all the pictures I have of the works I've done so far.

Is there no other way? Do I have to forget that he was a human to move on? Everyone is so different now... Nobody is as happy as they used to be. Everything that was possibly bad about them is just amplified. We're all more serious, our humor isn't as funny anymore. We laugh, but do we really feel it? I feel there is nothing left. The group was falling to tiny little shards, and one of us died. So we started again, without him. It was so strong for a while, but it will happen again. Those of us that were the closest got left behind, we're just unwelcome reminders of the friend they've lost. They don't know him like we do, and they're unhappy