Tenebrosity

Noun, dark, solemn

The tenebrosity,
How it surrounds me
The walls of a city,
Rising up around me
All the synchronicity,
Means nothing to me

The tenebrosity,
The darkness around
No eccentricity 
Nothing to be found
Dark, no electricity
No light, no touch, no sound

All the tenebrosity
Everything used to mean so much to me
The rising toxicity,
In all that can be
Specificity,
lost to me

         Sorry about the bad poetry. Sometimes it seems that it is easier to communicate when your not entirely sure what it is you are going to say. The ring is just so that it sounds nice.
         Basically, what I was trying to say was, sometimes I feel as though I was surrounded by and darkness that no one else can see. For a long time I speculated that I had some form of depression, but more recently I have come to believe that I may have Bipolar type two. That's actually where I got the name of this blog from. I considered explaining the name earlier but, I wanted to designate an entire entry to it and I just haven't found the right time. For reference I think I'll call it effulgence.

Tomorrow

Noun, the day that comes after today despite everyone hoping it won't

        Today went well, respectively. For some reason today I had confidence. Maybe it was waking up with Marina and the Diamonds playing in my head, or maybe it was my extremely adorable boots, or maybe it was my pretty handmade shirt. For whatever reason today I felt as though I was on top of the world, the only problem is: it's Monday. That means a whole four more days to get through and I have this nagging suspicion that the next four days are going to have to be extra torturous in order to contend with the elation I felt today.

Disappointed

Verb, past tense, the action of having less than no pride in a given accomplishment

The greatest feeling of disappointment comes when you think something you have done is good, or better than good, maybe even awesome, then you turn around and realize what you did wasn’t good it wasn’t even close. Then you realize that there are so many people out there that can do everything you can do except they can do it better, faster, bigger. In that moment you realize that you are nothing special, that you are just another girl with a blog that no one will find. 

                We are all standing in a gigantic feel screaming and jumping up and down waving our arms, trying to be different to be special, to get noticed, to be someone. And for the most part we can focus on one thing at a time. Just this one more second, this one more moment, this one more year, then I’ll be where I want to be I’ll be satisfied with what I have, and what I don’t. And sometimes, just for a moment we step out of the pattern and look around us at what’s going on. I don’t know about you, but I always find myself just wanting to go back to the monotony, the normality, the safety of the system.

Constriction

Sometimes I feel so lost, figuratively. There are so many thing I want to do, like finish my book, disign dresses, write a song, learn sign language... I'm so excited and so overwhelmed. I want to do all these thing, but I never seem to have enough time. I am struggling to keep up my good grades, get sleep and get anything elce done. I want to be more to do more, but I am so constricted by what I have to do. I want to be more free.

Well...

I made a blog today. So, um, yeah.