|This is defiantly a depression DA, I'm a dark person with a lot of diagnoses that keep me from living my life "normally".. so I express my frustration with art, mainly I make stamps from gifs found on tumblr, to keep me from self harming.|
Test (script style writing)Scene 1Test (script style writing) by ~shadowleigh
Opens to a middle-aged man standing in a thermal winter coat, white fur with black material; he is standing in a foot of snow on a rocky mountain, the wind whipping in his face, he looks alone and very cold. His hands, which are shoved into his pocket, move into view; he un-latches the right pocket on his chest and shakily takes out a pack of Marlboro Lights. He opens the pack and frowns at the lack of contents inside.
Mario – Damn, my last one.
After pulling out the last cigarette and placing it gently between his lips he drops the empty box to the snowy ground, stomping it down to the rocks below. Mario looks down and digs thr
Is This Living? - A MemoirIt all started... well technically it all started 21 years ago with my mother on her back, but let's not get into that, for what's left of my sanity. So for the sake of this let's start with the sugar water lies I have been spoon fed since I was a young child. "You can be anything you want to be" "The world is your oyster" "We will always be here for you" and so on and so forth. The abuse started at a young age, I can't for the life of me remember when exactly it was, but my earliest memory of being abused was my sisters' birthday celebration. Every year my parents did their best to do what they could with the [lack of] money they had. This yIs This Living? - A Memoir by ~shadowleigh
Mia's Grip - Chapter One“You’re going to be late for your appointment.” My mom, Mrs. Klide, the parent jostles my shoulder trying to get me up. By now it’s well into the evening, maybe five if I’d take the time to look over at the clock. But I’ve been too depressed to get out of bed today. Getting out of bed means feeling – feeling means eating – eating means puking – puking means cutting – cutting means crying – and so on and so forth. So it’s just easier to sleep. “Come on he’s expecting you in half an hour.”Mia's Grip - Chapter One by ~shadowleigh
By now I feel that when someone is ‘expecting’ me it&rs