February 2012
I’m drowning in my own sorrow. My guilty conscience is eating me alive. I feel remorse for my emotions because I cannot control them. Feeling these emotions for one boy, while hiding the pain from another. My heart tells me to do the one thing that my brain opposes. I’ve learned to grow up trusting my heart, but my brain tells me not to risk getting hurt. I’m confused, I’m...
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Whoop dee do.
I’m not one to celebrate these stupid things known as “monthly anniversaries” but some acknowledgement woulda been nice.
Yeah. Happy 4 months to you too.
“I’m tired.” means “I’m not okay.”
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I’m not happy.
I don’t know why I’m settling for this unhappiness.
I hate it when this happens. I overthink stuff and just go on autopilot mode.
Then I stop everything and just want to go home and cry or be alone.
I have the weirdest friends.
“As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create...”
– Haruki Murakami (via irridere)