Dream in Color

(Source: anastasiastacybaby, via brihopeless)

So I have a sickness.  I see it more as a disease. After a year of mourning a single person’s death they put me in a mad house.  There they diagnosed me with mental instability and moderate to serve depression  In other words I’m a ticking bomb waiting for any opportunity to blow.  I’m more than unwell… I’m crazy.  When they told me I died inside.  I thought, who was ever going to care about me or love me or deal with me.  I was crazy, I snapped, I was uncontrollable.  So I controlled myself.  I got rid of however I used to be and created a new one, one who didn’t care as much and didn’t get so easily worked up.  But you guys(you know who you are) have brought me back and I love you for it but hate you oh so very much for it too.  Now I snap and breakdown and cry and….. stuff(we’ll go with stuff)again and I don’t like it. I don’t like living everyday hoping I don’t lose someone to my condition.  But I will love you all endlessly and tirelessly until the end of time.