"I am Byakuya Togami..."

I am the best, in my class they attest, I’m a boy far above all the rest. Far better than those two, better than all you people, oh people! Look only at me, oh!

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Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“When was the last time you slept?” 

“What? Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing…” 

“…What was I doing?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Did you see that? No?” 

“I haven’t slept in almost __ days.” 

“You look absolutely terrible.” 

“I’m so exhausted I don’t feel tired anymore.” 

“I don’t think I can stand up without things spinning.” 

“You need to go to bed.” 

“I can’t sleep.” 

“You aren’t making any sense.” 

“…What?” 

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[rpmemesandmusings]

i’m only HUMAN…

                            …RIGHT? 

[coldofflesh]

            don’t you DARE underestimate me.

[coldofflesh]

     suffering?           you don’t know a thing about it.

[coldofflesh]

      where is home?

[coldofflesh]

                                   I’ll be the one you remember.

[coldofflesh]

          wake me up – never!

                 let me pretend I’m FINE.

[worthwriiting]

i am trapped.

            trapped in a sea of guilt i made.

                                         i am choking on tears  fearing you died for nothing. 

             Nothing being me.

[worthwriiting]

 pick YOURSELF up.

                                            wipe away YOUR tears.                    now MARCH on.

                                         NO ONE else is going to do it for you.

[worthwriiting]

there is nothing beautiful about my pain, the scars i bare are not pretty. the things i seen, the things i had to do to survive, THERE IS NOTHING POETIC about it.  i can’t trust, i am scared to let people in.       what happened to me, shouldn’t have happened, none of it.  i was young, innocent.  i am to young to be this fucked up, i am to young to be this damaged. i want my life back, i want who i was back.  i just want to feel alive again.

[worthwriiting]

dear mom.     i’m sorry.   i really am.  i tried to better, i did,   but this world, people don’t stay good in it, not anymore.                  i’m still trying, i swear.

[worthwriiting]

           i wish i knew then what i know now.

[worthwriiting]

please don’t touch me.    i’m afraid.    God.     I’m so afraid that i will just end up hurting you like everyone else.  and trust me, i don’t think i will be able to forgive myself if i did. 

[worthwriiting]

    i want to go home.                                      but i’m not quite sure WHERE that is anymore. 

[worthwriiting]

act one.  i wish to speak, i wish to share, but when i do it all come out so wrong.   act two.  The words i use sound so childish, the meaning they held to me come off as empty and no one takes them serious.   i nearly cry when i try to express something….i sound so weak.

act three.  i learn to be quiet, and speak less of my feelings, and more on my rage, now that, that i am good at communicating.  

act four.  i am so lonely.  i am scared.  My fists ache and are bloody so often and my voice crack much more than it should.  

act five.  Why is it so hard to talk. have i done this to myself, trapped myself in this mindset where i cannot let others in, i cannot be honest about how i feel : i crave others attention so much but when given i retract the smallest amount of truth in the simple reply — i’m fine  :  i did this to myself?

act six.    i feel so weak, so alone.

act seven.  this is my fault. 

[worthwriiting]

i feel my legs shake,

                my hands tremble, 

                               there is a shuddering in my lungs,

           ah  —–  i’m scared again.