cover is from chloesinsanity , What if you grew up in the slidge. It's a real , well unknown to man but real place. We're they hide the insane from the pure. But what if not all of the pure was safe and sound in the slidge. Of course not , nobody is ever safe. It's just used to make more people that were pure. Well I guess that one girl is the child of an insane and a pure ,but who cares. Exactly, no cares or at least they thought.…
"Who's there?" a question we ask ourselfs all the time. But what if someone was there, what would you do? Run , Scream , or mabey fight back. Who knows, but one thing is for sure. You will never know who it was.…
"No one will love you until you learn to love yourself" is an easy enough phrase to believe is true. But it's terrifying, especially when you have depression. What if you never learn? As a teenager, it made me fear for my life as an adult. I was certain I would never be capable of being in a relationship, but I was very wrong. Honestly, I do not like myself very much, and in August of 2016, a girl fell very, very much in love with me.I have dealt with depression for as long as I can remember. I've been on and off medications, been to therapy, but it's still alive and well, comfortable in its home in my bones. I can feel it every day, a tiny inkling that causes breathtaking emotional pain at the most inconvenient of times.My depression doesn't care that I am in a relationship with a girl who makes me laugh, tells me I'm beautiful 20 times a day, and cares more deeply for me than any other girl or boy has. I am grateful for the nightsshe holds me while I cry for hours for no reason. I am thankful that she puts up with my random periods of irritability. She constantly attempts to comfort me if I am suddenly uncomfortable when we're out in public. She fills me with hope for the future when I lead myself down the darkest of paths, plays with my hair when I'm having trouble sleeping, and encourages me to eat when I have no appetite. She takes care of me and I never even had to explain myself. I still consciously think to myself, how how could someone love something. It's just not possible, so there I did what I had to . My deed to the devil was done.…
