Mel Nicolosi
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Just a girl with alot of thoughts and a way with words 🥰
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A Real Housewives State of Affairs
If you’re a OG housewives fan like myself, you know two things, the original Real housewives of New York (RHONY) and more recently The Real Housewives of Salt lake City (RHOSLC) are truly peak reality television, exceptional casting and pure theatre of the housewives phenomenon on full display.
By Mel Nicolosi11 months ago in Critique
An Ode to Misery
My mind can be a very confusing place, but pain must have some kind of purpose. At least i hope it does. What that purpose is, I'm not confident of the answer, but maybe this will serve me as some kind of beacon, a way to airlift myself from my misery and find a state of mind that serves me better than hopelessness. This is an ode to the heartbreak, an out pour of affection to the wallowing, and perhaps a nail in the coffin of my suffering. When I look back on my life, I see it as narrated script broken into chapters, some parts so different to the others it's hard to believe it was me there for all of them. Ive theorised that we all feel like this, like we've lived past lives while in this one. You remember yourself going through the motions of your experiences and often you don't even recognise yourself. When you have depression, from the moment you open your eyes, you wish didn't. You don't want the world to exist! The people in it, the places, you don't want to exist. Everything just becomes a black hole of misery and you become a mere shadow of who you thought you were. An elusive person who only makes appearances in drunken or disassociated states. You can feel that you're still there, somewhere inside your black heart, you know the real you, the person you know yourself as is in there, but it's like you went for a walk outside your own body and locked yourself out trying to get back in. You feel like your drowning, like a black lethal gas is filling your lungs suffocating you, pinning you to the ground with its weight. So heavy. You try to take a breath, but that breath is harder than the last, and the next one even worse. The emptiness, isolation, misery, the sombre music that you listen to over and over and over slowly sends you mad.
By Mel Nicolosi6 years ago in Psyche
