Thursday, June 30, 2011

Every lament is a love song.


I would give up my right arm and left leg to freely believe in someone, to comfortably lose myself in the arms of a friend without worrying about being butt fucked, to stop feeling so violated after sharing personal information. Alas fucked from behind, I was, and I can't walked straight properly again.

But I'm not a misanthropist. Humanity doesn't disgust me, it just saddens me. I'm just a sad tired shell of a person with not enough strength to pretend otherwise for people.

Some things will never heal and never be forgotten, but that's a fact I'm willing to live with.
Okay, no, that's not something I'm willing to live with. I'm not okay. I am not okay.

But I'll be okay again, right?




It's only the 2nd paper and I'm already drained. Drained drained to the bones. God forbid I have a mental breakdown one of these days. I am confused and tired and overwhelmed and no you simpletons talking about it doesn't help.



My God so much rage from such a short girl.


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