AlwaysWould it be wrong to say that you're the world to me?Always by RedKaiKen
That I never really was alive until I met you?
That you're the reason I'm here?
I look into your eyes
and melt into your soul.
So much is said through them,
I think I only know a few.
You chuckle when I say I can tell,
when something is wrong.
But it is true.
I've picked up on your slight voice changes.
I wonder if anyone else could?
Probably, for I am not the first
to be with you, to love you.
But, I have been with you the longest,
and as so, fallen for all of you.
I know I don't show it
and I don't know why.
But you are part of me,
and as so, will always be.
So, no matter what happens, I
will still love you.
PrideSome time ago, I was approached by my best friend. He was quite unsure of himself, and needed my advice.Pride by ilovekakashi28
"There's this girl who I really like, but she has obsessive-compulsive disorder and I don't want it to look like I'm taking advantage of her."
What struck me the most was not his ignorance of the illness, but more the fact that he wanted to see past it.
"Don't worry about it." I said. "You won't come across that way. It doesn't work like that."
"What is obsessive-compulsive disorder, exactly?"
And so I took the time out to explain to him the illness, how it shows itself, and how it is treated. He nodded.
"So you're sure it won't seem like I'm using her?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is simply a tag. It doesn't define a person.
No mental illness defines a person.
A few months later, after we had all become good friends, we sat down in the park and shared our stories. The girl, whose I shall refer to as S (to preserve her privacy), shared her story. She had bee
So hi and stuff...
There's been a lot that's happened in the past few months. My mom got cancer and had to go through chemo and radiation. She's on the mend now and she's grown her hair back (its soooo soft lol). But now I get to deal with my dad, who now has several congestive heart failure; like, his heart's only working at 5 % right now. We've been taking him to the doctors and shit. But no more. He's being a complete asshole. He's never been a real good father or person(which is one reason my mom divorced him ~20 years ago >.> . So, call me a horrible person, but I just don't want to deal with him any more; he's put waaaay to much stress on me and its fucking up my life. I'm currently jobless, so that just adds more stress.
But yeah, I've finally started to get back into drawing. Its slow, very very slow. And writing might take a bit longer. All-in-all, I'm going to slowly start reviving myself here on dA.