I was sick. For the longest time I've been sick and I still am, but with the help of medication and long term counseling I've become better. I am better. Yes, sometimes the odd habits beg to once again become a part of my life, but I refuse. I've changed my thinking (from neg. to pos.) which has been a process.
There's been two times in my life where I've been told that I need help (when in fact I just become better) which makes me mad. They have no right I slap a label on me that has taken months to peel off. I won't let it side a second time...
Do I really appear that broken...?
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
