pendra16

When I started this account 12 years ago, I had no idea how boring and monotonous the real world was. That I would have to make my daily life magical. And while I have three, beautiful, wild children now that make each day worth living, I feel empty. I used to often write about the Black Hole and how it would call for me. I rarely feel that Hole now. Thank goodness. But something else is eating away at my soul. I miss the fight that I had against my depression. Because I knew that it would be worth it in the end. Now I fight to push down the pessimist in me. What makes my heart full? (Other than seeing my children learn and grow) Spend

I'm miserable. Fucking Miserable. Who will save me now?

As far as I can tell, there won't be any new submissions for a while.   Although, I've wanted to write and draw, and photograph, and hop and skip.   I just haven't had the inspiration to do so.   I've recently just moved to Florida, and am becoming increasingly depressed with not having anything to occupy my time and mind.   Other than my daughter, of course.   I'm crocheting, somewhat.   And I've come up with some random lines for a would-be, could-be poem.   I'm scratching my drawing pad for something to become unhidden.   It's just not working out. oh dear me, I've lost the way.