Lately my life has been a blur. I’m always in this haze, like I’m stuck between two worlds, a land of dreams and thought and reality. I don’t feel in touch. Usually I’m a little out of it but lately its been getting worse. I need an anchor.
I am not going to be able to sleep tonight at all. I hate being really deep in thought and not being able to sleep. So I thought I would write about it. I have that lonely feeling, maybe "lonely" isn't the proper word to use but I don't really know how to explain it. I found some books online I want to read so I figured in a day or so I would take a trip downtown to a bookstore and see if they carry any. I want to buy Perks of Being a Wallflower anyway, two birds one stone I suppose.
I wish things would slow down even though it’s not possible. It doesn’t help that there are a lot of things on my mind. I wish that I can just get my mind off things and just relax. Maybe someone to talk to will get my mind off of things.
“My message to young people would be, be true to who you are, do not ever think that it will not get better.. Like if you’re having a bad day, tomorrow will be better, and everyone has gone through it. You’re not alone!”—Jessie J (via thewayyousmileattheground)
but right now, said thoughts are more empty than sincere, as hollow as a Hallmark card. It’s like I’m a bus that goes from stop to stop, collecting more urban grime than passengers. My body longs for that TOUCH, that otherworldly connection. My souls is writhing underneath my flesh and bones; shaking, trembling like a junky, or like an alcoholic three days into sobriety.
My head hurts, my heart aches n I feel like as if everything I do is all wrong.. I’m sorry if I hurt you, I’m sorry if I confuse you… Aunno what to do.. I wanna break down but I need to stay strong … I’m sorry about everything… I knoe its all my fault… Maybe a new day will become much better..
Funny how the color red represents both emotions, love and hatred. Funny how usually after you have such a fiery passion for another it turns to such hatred. You cannot create such an emotion as hatred if you don’t care… fire is an energy.
I wish I was alive during the generation of when guys threw rocks at your window, they wrote you love letters, they serenaded you, and you would get phone calls, but I'm stuck with getting poked on facebook, sharing videos on youtube, and one worded text messages.