Florida International University
Group 15’s Creative Project.
i am physically incapable of not reblogging this
I used to escape my life by sleeping. When I sleep I dream. In my dreams, I have a perfect life. I’m not depressed. I have no problems.
Now I dream about you. There’s no escaping this loneliness anymore. I have no relief from my depression. I just have to face it head on.
Powerful & creative imagery
the food and education made me sad.
I have always been fascinated by these ‘world of 100 people’ things, I remember spending hours thinking through the ones on a poster at church when I was 9 or so. It really, really makes some really important stuff so blindingly clear, in numbers we can understand. And it should, I hope it does, inspire us to act.
i hope im one of the 7 people with a computer
When someone tells you they no longer love you, how can they expect you to wait around for them instead of trying to move on? What if you never came back? Was I supposed to wait for you my entire life just hoping that someday you would realize we were meant to be together?
You can’t hold what I did while we were broken up against me. I tried my luck at relationships again and I failed. Over and over again. Maybe I’m too naive and trust people too easily. That must be why I don’t realize when I’m being played or used until after the fact. Maybe I was so so hurt from my broken heart I was just looking for someone to put it back together.
But why do you care now when you didn’t love me or care about me then?