Don Anderson II
Bio
Graduate of community college and university
Now I'm just like everyone else, I work but I also dream
I write about almost everything or at least try to
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My First Time Listening to The Weeknd Leaves Me in Tears
The last time I cried listening to music was in 2012. I had turned 18 and I was talking to someone I liked at the time; she liked me as well but unfortunately, there were other guys on her radar and out of nowhere, she just got rid of me and like that, I had my first genuine heartbreak. The song that broke me down was, "Just One Last Dance" by Sarah Connor. Yes, there is a singer named Sarah Connor and I couldn't believe it either. The heartbreak hurt like hell but I got through it.
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Beat
Women's Legs Are So Beautiful
When I was 19, I had to go with my father figure to drop something off for my younger brother and sister at their school. We met the principal of the school and she was really pretty, but she wasn't my type, my father figure was probably checking her out as far as I know, since I was in my own world.
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Filthy
Truth
I thought I was done with this bullshit but I guess not, I share my truth and all I get is the same shit but different slots. "Don, why does it make you sad?" "Don, you should be happy, man." I am happy, believe it or not but it's limited. Damn, 2015, what a year for my depression, huh? It's like it left me for 2 years but it came back stronger, I thought I was ready to be in love and couldn't be wronger but over time, I knew I couldn't keep it in forever so I only told a few people including my brother. A friend of mine told me to try therapy but it's not for me, eventually music and writing became my gravity so let me tell my truth, fuck your judgement and shit. I lie to my close friends so they don't have to deal with my wounds because odds are they deal with an injured dude. All I get is a "get over it" and get turned loose. Ever since I fell in love with a girl who liked another girl, I tied my own noose, the hanging happened in May and I've been in and out of the mental afterlife. Built this persona while I was stuck in my own sunken place, haven't fallen in love again but I'm at my own pace. Pride won't let me show it but love will get me killed because when you're on the edge of another tomorrow, you always learn another skill. No dates, no hangouts, and barely time to go out and skate. Only talk to one of my older brothers because they share my pain, we might've moved on and all but shit will never be the same, in all honesty, I kinda thank the fact this shit happened, otherwise, I wouldn't be out here trying to pick up new habits. I'm writing 7 or 8 scripts while I finish school, this dream I have is almost all I need to be cool but at the end of the day, you don't know how much I really changed. I'm not the same man you knew before, that man's estranged, I'm like Batman, I mean Bruce Wayne. I wear a mask that's not my cowl just to keep everyone from my pain.
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Poets
