You get those days where you want to just die.
More specifically, kill yourself.
Today's one of those days.
It's terrifying to think that the very people who were supposed to keep you from getting hurt are the ones who cause the worst wounds - in terms of size and pain. And even though it may not seem possible, things actually get more terrifying when you realize that, because it's your very protectors who caused the wounds, they're not there to help you in the healing process.
Now we all know that if someone, particularly an emotionally broken and distressed individual, if left to their own devices can result in two possible conclusions. One, they actually manage to somehow mend their broken hearts or two, they just worsen the wounds, unable to take the pain.
I know which path I'm about to take - don't follow me.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Disconnected
Ever felt like you were slipping away? No, being pushed away?
As if the golden threads that bound you to people in your life were now fraying, tearing under pressure?
The closer you walk, the further everyone else runs away from you.
The voices get softer, the stares get colder and before you know it, you're alone.
Alone.
Every little lightbulb, dead.
Every circuit, fused.
Every connection, severed.
Every face, a mirage.
Every memory, a ghost.
Nothing's real anymore.
As if the golden threads that bound you to people in your life were now fraying, tearing under pressure?
The closer you walk, the further everyone else runs away from you.
The voices get softer, the stares get colder and before you know it, you're alone.
Alone.
Every little lightbulb, dead.
Every circuit, fused.
Every connection, severed.
Every face, a mirage.
Every memory, a ghost.
Nothing's real anymore.
Friday, June 4, 2010
People Always Leave
It may seem to most as a fan worship of a faithful One Tree Hill follower but in actuality, the drawing is a testament to a core characteristic in every human being, soap-opera-character or not : fear.
Why do people leave? Because they need to run.
Why do they run? Because they have to hide from something.
Why do they hide? They're afraid.
Their fear is, on another plane, selfishness.
To run from something, you leave something behind - someone, something, a place, an emotion.
What you see as escape, someone else sees as betrayal.
What you see as a new beginning, they see as a bitter end.
Broken hearts, broken friendships, broken promises lie in the wake of a getaway.
Next time, think a minute before you take off.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Back in business.
It's been almost a month since the last post. I seriously missed not writing. This is what exam season does to you and exactly why they should be abolished - drives you a little insane, crazy, off the edge. The torture's coming to a close in less than a week. Let the juices flow.
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