Are we Touched with Fire? Some kind of gift?

Klaus

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http://www.amazon.com/Touched-Fire-Manic-Depressive-Artistic-Temperament/dp/068483183X

I'm starting to unleash all my frustrations, despair and angry into art every day.
I've received many maximum grades at dissertations from my entire life.
I love literature!
I have painted a picture of a dark place in my bedroom that everybody likes and I really like music.

I'm going to submerge everyday in those things.
Everything happens for a reason, we can't be this sensitive for nothing!
I will earn money with my social phobia and depression!

It doesn't matter anymore for me to be happy. I'm leaving home today for bad endings! I want to be anxious and depressed! The more depressed I am, the more creative I become!
If everybody were happy, what would be from art?
 

Helyna

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Are you serious? I think it's great that you're going to do something good with your feelings, but do you want to search out depression? It'll probably go away if you do this, but that's great in my opinion!
Quote from my English teacher: "I believe depression is the leading cause of poetry."
 

creep_x

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Klaus said:
It doesn't matter anymore for me to be happy. I'm leaving home today for bad endings! I want to be anxious and depressed! The more depressed I am, the more creative I become!
If everybody were happy, what would be from art?

Yes, i know the feeling! I dont call it self-pity,
For me its 'enjoying hte pain'
I certainly dont think we are gifted though
We are cursed but maybe for some of us our curse is a gift
 

Klaus

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I'm going to a shopping center, I'm expecting the worst and hoping for the horrible! Wish me the worst! So I will get very depressed and start to write a book!
 

ben12

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Thats really inspiring that your turning your depression/anxiety into something positive but i dont think you should seek it out, you could end up where you really dont want to be.
 

Klaus

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Ben21, I'm at the end of the bottom, I can't ran away no more. I want to suffer so much that my heart can possibly not beat anymore and I will come get some more. I will not kill myself. I will stay with my eyes open.

My shopping experience today was sad, very sad.
I went to a store to change some trousers that I've been given, and the girl was uncomfortable with me, maybe she was shy too.

I've saw mute(?) people trying to talk, very sad too.
I went to the supermarket and a couple stole my place at the line to pay. And I just stayed there suffering, without complaining.
I think it's hard to smile to sales people, maybe I've stayed too many days without smiling.

I went to dinner at the shopping and a guy opened the door to me and I let my coke fall on the floor. And I looked ahead there was this girl looking to me with pitty. So fucking terrible.

But I want some more of suffering.
I'm fucking creative now, I could paint something.

Thanks for reading!
 
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