Broken Pencils

LETTER TO MYSELF By: Dean  Dear Younger Self,  I know times are tough right now, people are mean to you and you feel like giving up; so do I right now. I know you feel invisible and alone and that the whole world is against you. Some things you need to realize are that things aren’t gonna get better. You need to tough it out and try your best to get it done yourself. You are strong, even though I know you don’t think so. You have made it to where I am now. You're still depressed and unhappy with your life, but you have done it so far. I know you don’t know what to do, but here’s some advice for you. Don’t let mom drag you down; she doesn't understand that you need space and that you're not very happy. Don’t let kids get to you or anyone for that matter. I still do, but you need to stop for us so we can heal or what they say will stick to us forever. You deserve to be happy. Even though times are tough, we have to be tougher.  I know you’re also having family pro...

 

How I Really Feel By: Dean Sadness  Sadness is the color of tear blue It happens when I am anxious or when I get yelled at. It sounds like a cry for help It smells like salt Sadness.  Anxiety It smells like pepper It taste like dirt It sounds like hurtfulness   It feels like I'm breaking down. It looks like I’m dying Anxiety.

  Dean Who is quiet, anti-social, and smart. Who is a friend of Payton. Who loves her friends, pizza, sleeping. Who feels anxious, invisible, and insecure. Who needs sleep, coffee, and therapy. Who gives advice, homework on time, and best at somethings. Who fear are spiders, talking in general, and losing my friends Who would like to see change, people work harder, and friends. Who shares food, stuff, and thoughts.  Who is depressed, negative, and unloved. Who is a resident of Bridgeport, Illinois.