Anya, after the crash
- Mouthwashing
I have to believe that what we do in our worst moments won't make us monsters. I have to believe that we are more than those moments. I have to believe that.
Anonymous
- Anxiety
What's insane to me is how often people shrug off anxiety symptoms. For example, when someone is so anxious that they're throwing up and shaking, somehow that appropriate advice is, "Rise above it! Take deep breaths!" If someone is having symptoms to the point that daily life becomes painful, why is it acceptable to shrug and act as if that person is weak? Telling someone with anxiety to just "calm down" is like telling someone with a broken leg to "walk it off."
ABBA (1983)
- Thank You For The Music
I'm nothing special, in fact, I'm a bit of a bore. When I tell a joke you've probably heard it before. But, I have a talent, a wonderful thing - because everyone listens when I start to sing! I'm so grateful and proud, all I want is to sing it out loud. So I say, "Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing! Thanks for all the joy I'm bringing. Who can live without it? I ask in all honesty, what would life be? Without a song or a dance, what are we?" So I say, "Thank you for the music!"
Myself
- "I'm a deep thinker!"
I despise people that go on and on about how they are such "deep thinkers." Nine times out of ten, those same people are the ones that only engage in only the most surface level philosophy. They only want to hear themselves talk and sound so important to whoever they're trying to talk to. They don't want to engage or exchange ideas - they just want whoever is around them to gawk and grovel at how intelligent they sound.
Anonymous
- To My Teen Self
Those aren't friends. They're not. Really. Think about it! Would a friend slap your head? Would a friend yell at you? Would a friend make you sad on purpose. No. Real friends don't love to hear about how bad your life is. Real friends don't call you fat and tell you never to try. A real friend wouldn't shove you away and blame their decisions on you either! Those aren't your friends. And you are worth so much more than that. You are worth a real, honest, friend.
Anonymous
- Office Work
I don't think I knew why adults acted dead inside until I started working at an office full time. I get it now. Dull beige walls. Cubicles angled just so that anybody can see the screen and how much word you've done. Strict dress codes. The same faces every day. Day in and day out. "How was your weekend?" "Any plans for the weekend?" Five days of my week spent just looking forward to the two days I don't have to be there. I'm so tired all the time now. So tired.
Anonymous
- Musings
I wonder very often. I wonder about the world and the people in it. I wonder about the way those people go about their lives and what they think and how they feel. I wonder, maybe most of all, if anyone wonders about me. How do others see me? How do I look to them? I've been told I daydream too much, that my mind wanders around father than it should. I wonder if they only say those things because they haven't let their minds wonder enough at all.
