In the year of 2011, I had 93 posts. In the year of 2012, I had 30 posts.
I could blame high school but really it's just my laziness. And the fact my depression is a wild roller coaster ride of weirdness.
I've changed a lot even in just two years. It's... strange.
luckily it's been mostly for the better.
Yup. This is a rather unsubstantial post.
I can make up for it with a poem. Maybe.
Do I have one I haven't shared yet? I probably do...
Or I could do an old one... noo. that's not cool.
maybe I could write one.
Okay I found one. I posted it on Facebook originally. But here it is (and it's recent!):
I just want to curl up and cry,
Be weak on the outside.
But I just smile like I'm alright,
Pretending I'm dancing in the light.
Because I look around and see the pain,
And say, "They have it worse than me."
I have a home, family, friends,
I'm not rich but we make our ends.
I still want to cry.
There are days I wake up hoping to die.
But my problems are tiny, they don't count,
So I fake a smile, I pretend I'm alright,
But is being the strong one, the kind one, really worth the fight?