P.M. @impiem - Tumblr Blog

I'm always feeling anxious about the future.

I miss having the time to rant.

Hey, I hope you're okay. I haven't heard from you in a while. It sucks waiting for you to reply, but it's not like I can do anything about it. I just hope I didn't do you any wrong, although there's no way for me to know without you telling me. It's excruciatingly painful looking at a chatbox with just my messages, but I guess it's fine. I'll get over it. I just don't know when. In the event that you get back to me, would you say you were sorry? Would you give me half-hearted reasons why you weren't able to reply to me? Would I accept them? I wouldn't know, really. But it has been playing in my mind incessantly. I still hope you're okay, though. I really hope you're okay.

A liter of tears is nothing compared to the pressure my brain is experiencing now.

I got my right hand crushed in an accident at work, and it's a delay but now I genuinely feel upset about it.

If I cater to my needs, just as I should

Believe in defeat, the best that I could

Will life eventually come to me?

Seeking refuge under this skin

I’ve got no time to consider being affected of how people see me. I can only care of how I see myself.

I’m so done pleasing people that would always see fault in whatever I do. I feel like there’s no point in anything, but knowing I’m fulfilled in whatever it is I do.

Define logic.

You love me. I love you.

Logic doesn’t exist then.

I believed that there’s always good in people, but sometimes I just don’t see it. What if it’s diluted by the world, and there was never a chance for it to bloom even before? Such a sad life they live in.

I am just so glad that Tumblr is still here.

I remember using Plurk as well, but I’m not sure if it still exists.

I tried so hard eliminating posts that posed any sign that I was human.

But, I cannot delete posts from prior years.

My selfies will be there, haunting me at the back of my mind forever.

Life gives me ideals I can never satisfy.

The way of the world shifts along with all of my dreams.

There’s not a moment that I can say, “I can do this.”

When there’s doubt, there’s me.

I have never felt so regretful about growing up.

There was a time in my life When I thought it was over.

I swear, you're gone. You're the alcohol I perspired. My go to My burden I soaked myself in your ocean Now the drink I poured myself Drowned me to the deep end.

I am so done following codes. Breaking free from boundaries.

Beginning to decay on the inside.

Starting to feel like a black sheep.

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