Tylko
January 8th, 2014 by Cale
I’m just alone. That’s it. You think that you’re getting better
but then the littlest of things happen which hurt. And y0u don’t know
why it hurts because it shouldn’t and it hasn’t in the past.
Try to make friends. Try to find out how to mix with people. Since when does it matter if people don’t like you for being alive? I’m just the aquatint if someone that I call a friend is out of company. Other than that, people don’t want to know me. It seems that potential friends are interested in you so long as you’re interesting. Then they find a way to ‘fix’ you to their liking. After that, you’re left alone. Just when you forgot the feeling of loneliness and just how terrible it is.
Thank you, life.
Is it really that unbelievable to think that maybe I want someone to talk to? Maybe it is. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Some part of me that makes me so incredibly boring and unbelievable. The truth seems like such a network of lies. But I don’t think that it was my fault that I was bred into a life of lies. Everything I know and love a lie. I don’t know; I guess the world isn’t exactly what I expected. I just wish I had the freedom to, I don’t know, get rid of this sadness. Or escape it, at least.
I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for complaining. I guess that, maybe if there is a chance that somebody would read this; or even care, I think it would be a little bit easier. If just a little. Because as long as this is out there, then I can still pretend that I’m not so abandoned.
Try to make friends. Try to find out how to mix with people. Since when does it matter if people don’t like you for being alive? I’m just the aquatint if someone that I call a friend is out of company. Other than that, people don’t want to know me. It seems that potential friends are interested in you so long as you’re interesting. Then they find a way to ‘fix’ you to their liking. After that, you’re left alone. Just when you forgot the feeling of loneliness and just how terrible it is.
Thank you, life.
Is it really that unbelievable to think that maybe I want someone to talk to? Maybe it is. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Some part of me that makes me so incredibly boring and unbelievable. The truth seems like such a network of lies. But I don’t think that it was my fault that I was bred into a life of lies. Everything I know and love a lie. I don’t know; I guess the world isn’t exactly what I expected. I just wish I had the freedom to, I don’t know, get rid of this sadness. Or escape it, at least.
I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for complaining. I guess that, maybe if there is a chance that somebody would read this; or even care, I think it would be a little bit easier. If just a little. Because as long as this is out there, then I can still pretend that I’m not so abandoned.
One Response to “Tylko”
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Persephone
4:33 am on
January 8th, 2014
Other humans can be the worst sometimes. I’ve never had much
luck with friends either. I don’t know what to tell you, but you’re not
the only one.
Yep
January 8th, 2014 by clockstrikes0
I feel so numb. I’m neither dead nor alive…I’m just here, a
presence as thin as air. I actually wondered today if people can see
through me.
I have to read and write a couple pages of feedback for my peers’ scripts. I’m so tired. Exhausted. I can’t feel my own hands and yet they’re typing. I can’t scowl, I can’t frown, I can’t smile or laugh hysterically at how petty I’m being. And to read and analyze and contribute to a bunch of scripts when I can’t feel anything is asking….for a lot, at the moment. I can’t even read; I stop every couple words and just stare at nothing, my lips slightly open. I might look like a spacious, vapid idiot. I might appear to be cold and aloof tomorrow when I go to class and throw their scripts back in their faces.
I don’t even care. Hah.
I have to read and write a couple pages of feedback for my peers’ scripts. I’m so tired. Exhausted. I can’t feel my own hands and yet they’re typing. I can’t scowl, I can’t frown, I can’t smile or laugh hysterically at how petty I’m being. And to read and analyze and contribute to a bunch of scripts when I can’t feel anything is asking….for a lot, at the moment. I can’t even read; I stop every couple words and just stare at nothing, my lips slightly open. I might look like a spacious, vapid idiot. I might appear to be cold and aloof tomorrow when I go to class and throw their scripts back in their faces.
I don’t even care. Hah.
tingly
January 8th, 2014 by KallianOne Response to “tingly”
Most recent comments shown, ordered chronologically on the page.you really shouldn’t need to go that deep to get a high.
be careful, because if you make a mistake it won’t kill you, but you will get caught, which could lead to consequences you might not want?
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