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01. letter - maniasdoor.deviantart.com/art/…
02. sticks and stones - maniasdoor.deviantart.com/art/…
03. birthday
04. immortal
05. circus
06. abandoned
07. nosebleed
08. mother [or father, or both]
09. sunrise
10. distraction
11. habit
12. fuck
13. love
14. waste
15. skinny
16. eyes
17. white noise
18. impulse
19. addiction
20. desecrate
21. death
22. low
23. heartbeat
24. first kiss
25. tomorrow
26. sweet
27. fog [or mist]
28. can't
29. village
30. time
31. forget
okay, update: i'm doing a lot better now. my uncle, who's staying with me and my family for a few days, and i had a decent talk and he kind of got me out of the funk i'm in. i apologize for writing such scary things. i'm not going to kill myself. because if i did, that would probably leave a lot of people on the internet very, very sad. especially those of you on here. thank you all so much for helping me through the shit times. i've just been too selfish to realize that deviantart is what's keeping me alive. iloveyouallendlessly.
02. sticks and stones - maniasdoor.deviantart.com/art/…
03. birthday
04. immortal
05. circus
06. abandoned
07. nosebleed
08. mother [or father, or both]
09. sunrise
10. distraction
11. habit
12. fuck
13. love
14. waste
15. skinny
16. eyes
17. white noise
18. impulse
19. addiction
20. desecrate
21. death
22. low
23. heartbeat
24. first kiss
25. tomorrow
26. sweet
27. fog [or mist]
28. can't
29. village
30. time
31. forget
okay, update: i'm doing a lot better now. my uncle, who's staying with me and my family for a few days, and i had a decent talk and he kind of got me out of the funk i'm in. i apologize for writing such scary things. i'm not going to kill myself. because if i did, that would probably leave a lot of people on the internet very, very sad. especially those of you on here. thank you all so much for helping me through the shit times. i've just been too selfish to realize that deviantart is what's keeping me alive. iloveyouallendlessly.
no idea for a title comes to mind.
i am feeling quite despondent and moody (surprise, surprise), and i am unable to think of anything worthwhile to write about. but if you give me a really cool prompt, i just might be nice and write something for you.
i apologize tremendously for the lack of deviations lately, but i have been brain dead since i quit taking every single one of my medications cold turkey (except for accutane, which is for acne). maybe that wasn't such a smart idea.
anyways, the main point of this journal is that i want you to send me some usernames of people to watch. i feel highly underrated on here, and i'm looking for some other awesome writers (although i
being locked up gave me second thoughts...
yes.
it happened.
yesterday morning, they locked me in juvenile detention; away in a cell where barely any light shone through the window and an infestation of germs were gathering on the walls, sink and bed. they confiscated my glasses since they thought i'd attempt to hurt myself with them. i paced the length of the room with blurry vision and no books or paper and pen to keep me occupied. the whole reason i was in there was because i had violated my at-risk youth petition one too many times by running away and smoking pot (which i kind of don't want to do anymore. it's getting blatantly pointless and the highs, those lovely highs, are g
blurgabluragblurgablurggggggggggggggg
i'm so high right now. i keep seeing some really beautiful psychedelic shit between the blinds over the window. there's moths on the wall and i'm not afraid of them flying in my face. computer cords lie suspended in glass jars. never take me home, never bring me down. god damn, i'll never go back to those people. the people that lie to my face and make me want the power to run through chain-link fences when i'm locked in an asylum for fucked up kids. what am i thinking? i should be enjoying myself. and i am. iamiamiamiam!
now i'm going to watch the video for "lullaby" by the cure.
see ya'll.
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journal feature.
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Live for life.
Live for the pain.
Live for the anguish that rips apart your nerve cells and claws at your ribcage.
Live for the nights when you pull all your hairs out one
by
one
and chew your fingertips to stubs.
Live for the people who fuck with you and the people you want to go to hell.
Live for the god that isn't there and enjoy the BOUNDLESS FREEDOM that comes from having an unclaimed soul.
Live because every time you cry a tear, or scream until your trachea bleeds, or write a word that you later ball up and throw in the trash--
--you've been there to do it.
In the face of the earth that has been most cruel, you have proved your worth.
Darwin is on your side, the fruits of a pained and darkening world are on your side, your goddamned rage is the coalfire that keeps you burning.
It is not in spite of but because of the terror that we survive, and yes you don't want to read it, but if by god then reading this thing you have been made more sick and angry then so be it!
Because it means you stayed to read it. I'm glad you've been here so far.
Live for the pain.
Live for the anguish that rips apart your nerve cells and claws at your ribcage.
Live for the nights when you pull all your hairs out one
by
one
and chew your fingertips to stubs.
Live for the people who fuck with you and the people you want to go to hell.
Live for the god that isn't there and enjoy the BOUNDLESS FREEDOM that comes from having an unclaimed soul.
Live because every time you cry a tear, or scream until your trachea bleeds, or write a word that you later ball up and throw in the trash--
--you've been there to do it.
In the face of the earth that has been most cruel, you have proved your worth.
Darwin is on your side, the fruits of a pained and darkening world are on your side, your goddamned rage is the coalfire that keeps you burning.
It is not in spite of but because of the terror that we survive, and yes you don't want to read it, but if by god then reading this thing you have been made more sick and angry then so be it!
Because it means you stayed to read it. I'm glad you've been here so far.