Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I’ve got forever on the tip of my tongue.

Signs of teen depression:
  • Difficulty concentrating, remembering details, and making decisions
  • Fatigue and decreased energy
  • Feelings of guilt, worthlessness, and/or helplessness
  • Feelings of hopelessness and/or pessimism
  • Insomnia, early-morning wakefulness, or excessive sleeping
  • Irritability, restlessness
  • Loss of interest in activities or hobbies once pleasurable
  • Overeating or appetite loss
  • Persistant aches or pains, headaches, cramps, or digestive problems
  • Persistant sad, anxious, or "empty" feelings
  • Thoughts of suicide, suicide attempts

Dear Antwon, You don't seem to realize how much you truly mean to any of us. But I just want you to know, even if you have all of those symptoms but one, I still love ya. You're still my best friend. You always will be. Even if you grew a fucking eye on your forehead, I would still stick by you, no matter what. I hope you get better, because I know you want to. We love you, kid.

I'll follow you where you're leading...to the first sweet taste of freedom.

Dear Glenn, I love you. I can't prove it with words, or actions, because there are not enough words and the actions would never truly show you just how much I mean it. You are my Gimpy, my Muffin, my Baby, my Angel, my Helmet Hair, the love of my life, my soulmate, my bestfriend, my boyfriend, my life, the keeper of my heart and soul, the only thing on my mind, my hero, my Glennifer. I love you, I love you, I love you xinfinity. I'm going to miss you this weekend when you're downstate, so much. Just know that you'll be on my mind all three days, and I'll never stop loving you.

Stick your hand into my back pocket, light me up like a bottle rocket, I just wanna free fall for a while.

Dear Stephan, You haven't learned a thing, apparently. She's got you wrapped around her 15 year old, mexican finger. She's got you believing that she actually cares, but in reality all you are to her is a ride to soccer, or wherever else she wants to go. She has a boyfriend, and she's kissing you. Even if things didn't work out with him, what's stopping her from cheating on you? You say it's his fault. You say he shouldn't have interferred when he knew you two had something going. But seriously, it couldn't have been all that good if she found someone else. Move on, bud. I don't want to see you hurt anymore.

I ain't here to do anything half-way, don't give a damn what anyone might say, I just wanna free fall for a while.

Dear Self, Everything will be okay.

You got me runnin' baby, Wild at heart.

Today: Eric picked me a flower. Glenn picked me a piece of grass. I love my boys.

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