I’ve recently fallen in love with Inna.
we’re in perilous times…
This. I must rant:
Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.
I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.
(Source: lnsanely)
I’ve learned that things in life are viewed, as good or bad, from different perspectives. Basically what you see as good isn’t what I’d see. Captain Obvious.
It’s all so sad and confusing.
Mild depression they called it
I’ve gotten a call from my mum’s friend who’s my birthday mate every year for as long as I can remember. She passed away last month…cancer, RIP.
