Been having trouble writing here.
I’ve got nothing to say.
Writing a lot of other places.
I’m sorry.
5sick
so sick
of dull knives
long days
empty words
your eyes
cold and empty
is my bed
sleepless nights
more ahead
wish i could
get better quick
but i won’t
i’m too sick
(Source: perrilyzed)
Your words make me feel:
ecstasy
disgust
empathy
melancholy
hope
hopelessness
fear
exploited
rejected
despair
attraction
wanted
unwanted
passionate
infuriated
guilty
confident
disrespected
desire
jealousy
worshipped
capable
apathetic
weak
confused.
Your stare makes me feel
real
…
iAmjustLayingheretryingnOttothiNkaboutthemEssiamin
It’s sad
when you realize that you are using your customer service voice
on your friends.
Why?
Why?
I have asked this question to other people many times, and to myself many more times.
I just can’t help but wonder if the human brain actually works logically enough to answer the question why? How can we really ever know the answer? All we can do is guess.
It’s just that everything comes from something, which came from something else, which came from a combination of things (all of which were influenced by several outside factors), because of what these people said to us, because of what others said to them, because of how those people’s childhoods were, and because of unresolved issues from our childhood as well, and then of course there is circumstance and situation and plausibility and… an infinite amount of things connected to every answer given to the question why? Most of those things we can’t even begin to comprehend because they are buried so deeply in our subconscious, or the subconscious of another, or because they happened before we were born, and have been happening since the beginning of time, but are so shameful, wrong, painful… that we are still afraid to talk about them.
And so these things are still just as misunderstood as we are.
awake
Can’t shut my brain off, but it’s not quite on. I can’t remember what I am doing. Each time I stretch my finger to reach another key I can feel my brain working, I’m working so hard to… I can feel it struggle as it tries to process what I am doing. What am I even doing?
I can’t… I could lay down again but that only makes my back sore.
I just don’t see the…
It’s too hard to…
Stringing words together gets hard after…
I’m so confused…
Too much…
Feeling…
No more…
Words…
When I’m in this state it gets easier, the questioning.
What is the point?
So tired can’t sleep
So tired sleep
Tired sleep
Tired.
I wish my mind had an off switch.
sym·pa·thy: (noun) To feel sorry for someone; to pity them.
em·pa·thy: (noun) To feel with someone. To put yourself in their place and try to understand how they feel.
(Source: blakevitra, via poltergeistgirl)
