Runaway
Depression is a funny thing, for me. It’s like a friend who only calls once in a while, but when he does he’s inviting himself over for a while because his roommate’s kicked him out or he can’t afford to pay his rent.
He’s called lately, and I can hear him knocking at the door.
He’s here, but I think that’s as close as I care to let him come. I’ve got too much going for me now.
I’ve been optimistic lately! However, saying this is somewhat misleading. I always come across as optimistic. Perhaps I feel that people will not accept me if I’m not always bringing something to the table… In this case, hope. So often inside, I’m expecting the worst.
If only it were that mankind didn’t value a person’s worth based on how much one can get out of the other before they part ways.
Perhaps I’ve been too cynical.
I’m taking a drawing class this semester, and it’s been wonderful! However, these hidden sides of me seem to find refuge in my artwork more often than not. I can’t help but wonder how my peers interpret this.
goodbadandugly2 said,
November 14, 2008 at 11:49 am
Ugh, I have been feeling just like this lately……
sacredsoulreiki said,
November 14, 2008 at 11:59 am
I think it only matters how you interpret it!! When depression knocks, don’t answer the door!! I know…….easier said than done, but it is worth a try!! Good luck in your class!
Ryan said,
November 14, 2008 at 1:14 pm
I’m glad you’re writing again…. welcome back!
wishfulthinking19 said,
November 23, 2008 at 3:12 pm
hey jordan, this is life of a broken one…new blog, new name…it’s been too long…for me, I feel like depression is an old friend who I had a fight with so we haven’t talked in a while, but when he comes knocking at the door…I can’t help but to embrace him no matter how relunctantly…to do otherwise would be rude…it’s been like three weeks since the last time I cut…check out my page, get to know me again, it was nice last year…i’m glad you’re back…and maybe none of us have the respect for love you thought you had…maybe sometimes we do things that blacken our soul…i don’t know..