Favorite Color

Favorite color

Everyone have a favorite color. My mother is purple, my father is navy, my brother is blue, and my sister is yellow.

Mine’s a bit unusual. Weird even. It’s not white or blue, not green or red, not brown or grey. Some say that it’s not even a color.

The color of my parents’ eyes when they see me. The color of the voices that haunt me in my dreams. The color of the ink I used to write my bio. The color of my grades. The color of my 7 year-old self's eyes if they could see me now.

The color of failure. My favorite color. Disappointment.

PLEASE READ. WILL NOT HURT TO AND FORWARD. Kids are putting Drano, tin foil, and a little water in plastic drink bottles and capping it up - leaving it on lawns, in mail boxes, in gardens, on driveways etc. just waiting for you to pick it up intending to put it in the rubbish, but you’ll never make it!!!

If the bottle is picked up, and the bottle is shaken even just a little - in about 30 seconds or less it builds up enough gas which then explodes with enough force to remove some your extremities. The liquid that comes out is boiling hot as well. Don’t pick up any plastic bottles that may be lying in your yards or in the gutter, etc. Pay attention to this. A plastic bottle with a cap. A little Drano. A little water. A small piece of foil. Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM!! No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc. Please ensure that everyone that may not have email access are also informed of this. 

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What is depression like

Depression is like an uninvited guest at a dinner party you didn’t want to be at anyways.

It is disruptive and loud and takes all of the attention away from everything else.

It pushes you around and brings up events from years ago that you would rather have forgotten about.

It is frustrating and annoying to everyone else, but all you can do is ignore it. Hope it goes away. Maybe even pretend it’s not there for a while.

But you can’t do that forever.

Depression is like a crashing wave while you’re still in the water.

You weren’t prepared for it. It came out of no where and now that’s all you can see.

Your mouth is still open and you swallow it down. You choke. You begin to drown.

It is terrifying.

Depression is like being on anesthetic but you’re still awake.

You can’t feel anything. You can’t move for hours. Days. Weeks…

It takes over your whole body and for a while you don’t really care

All you are is tired.

But you’re not allowed to sleep. You just lie awake, unable to do anything but watch in horror as everything you know and love falls apart.

Depression is like a million alarms going off at once.

It is a warning. It’s all you can hear but nobody seems to notice, they’re used to it by now.

The noise consumes you. It eats you alive. You beg for it to stop, but it never does.

Until one day you can’t fight it anymore.

You sink. Like an anchor, you sink to the bottom and you don’t make your way back up again.

You feel as if you can never recover. You feel like an empty shell of the person you used to be.

You are left more broken then ever before, the kind of broken that isn’t quite fixable.

And it’s all because of depression.

Shingeki no Utattemita [ 1 2 3 4]

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

my depression is cured