SHE SIGNED MY JOURNAL THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ANDREA GIBSON IS AT MY THEATRE TONIGHT I GET TO MEET HER

This is my second poem about ripping hearts from bodies what??
Hey Jude, I miss your writes, I miss you. Come back will ya?

I’m trying, friend. Life is tough and it’s fucking with my writing. I may not be posting here a lot, but I’m on my personal every day—-> your-somnambulist

I really dont intend as coming off offensive but I feel as if your "end your sadness" post really did not take into account people with depression will be reading it & feel like shit bc it kind of implies that it is their fault that they are sad because theyre just purposely allowing unnecessary sadness to linger in your emotions, when that is truly not the case. People with depression, like people with broken legs, cannot recover overnight. I suffer from depression & srry if this sounds bitchy.

It doesn’t sound bitchy, I understand what you’re saying. When I wrote it, I was kind of yelling at myself because I don’t believe I have depression but I do put myself in terribly lingering sad moods and I was really ready for it to stop. I know how hard living with depression can be, I never meant to sound so indifferent. I’m sorry if anyone else feels this way, I love you guys

good news I’m writing little things again bad news everything sucks