Keni
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Love Begins
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Mike Driver
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Janaina Medeiros
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@paranneoid
think about it: there’s a reason why some women try to show a strong side of themselves first and foremost.
It’s an attempt to hide wounds that originate from deep within, and that cannot be cured. Showing strength and bravery can, perhaps, scare the bad guys away.
Someone fell off a cruise ship. All the lady wanted was to be alone for a bit, since the party was exhausting her. She was not an extrovert, socializing takes a toll on her. Walking around the deck, she stepped wrongly and fell off the ledge. She never enjoyed life so she stayed calm with deep water beneath her. Calm as she was, she stayed floating. She yelled once, “help!”. No one came. Again, “help!”. Nothing. “Help!” The noise of the party seemed to only get louder.
Giving up, drifting on open sea, Maybe I’ll reach a shore someday, she thought. Maybe I’ll wake up on a place where no one knows me, where I can be someone new. She had nothing to lose, because she never had anything.
on being diagnosed as bipolar
I guess I’m from wonderland. There was no choice but to become mad, to accept all the things that were bad and sad.
Perhaps it was my mind it was sick no one could pick who she can be.
Help, I cried all I have is a pill to make me feel less ill but it would not suffice, not yet.
My demons are real. Demons. demons. d e m o n s they live inside me. I cannot kill them demons and I make me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO.
How many times will I have to hurt myself by falling for someone I shouldn’t, so that I would learn? Here I go again. I tell myself that I should stop myself, but in my dreams you show up. My heart found someone new that it wants, and despite my attempts to suppress it, you show up in my subconscious thoughts. Again, I have to wake up in the morning and expel all the emotions that are building up.
When will I be able to feel freely? Why do I have to keep on putting restrictions on myself? Why does it always have to be someone that isn’t for me? Why are we not meant to be?
I realized how I really lost myself in happiness when we were together. I never wrote a single thing about us, all I had then were dreams. Now I try to look back to the time the thought of “us” lived, I cannot find a thing.
I can only write about sad, terrible things. It’s beautiful that I kept on believing what we had was a happy and wonderful thing, yet it’s lonely that I never wrote about you.
I really am an extrovert.
Living through hellish school days, I was able to think that I was actually happy and fulfilled. Aside from acads, I had nothing else to worry about. My carefree life is so convenient so I should be happy. And I did feel light and wonderful.
Staying at home thus lacking exposure to the outside world, I can feel displeasure on the life that I live and I desire change. My greed overpowers my calm and peaceful solace. Right now, I’m getting tired of life again. And this is a dangerous feeling, as I recall from the awful abyss I fell in before.
But I wonder, is this really me or am I simply running away?
I’m so done, really. It’s about time that you should too. Forgetting things isn’t the way, but letting the feelings go. Time will come that they can grow their own wings and fly endlessly to the sky. They will die up above, and you will not feel any grieve for they died spectacularly beautiful.
have you ever not liked someone in a romantic way and everything is cool and all then they do something small like touch your shoulder or say something funny and you just kind of freeze and think
oh
oh no
And every puzzle piece which man call “memory”, I shall feed to the flame as a fuel to my soul.
To the flame it matters not what it was it burns all the same reduced to the same ashes;
To man it matters not what it was. Ashes are ashes.
04.18.15
Fat legs.
Let’s be poetic in reference to the image: I stay stuck, while the world is in chaos. Maybe like this, I’ll be in peace.
Jan.11.15
I hope you never understand. I hope you never let yourself become so vulnerable and raw. I hope you never have to experience such dark emotions. I hope you never understand mental illness. I hope you remain as oblivious and judgmental, because for you to understand would mean that you would have to deal with the pain and burden that I and so many deal with. Silently.
I hope you never feel your life is not worth enough to stay alive. I hope you can look at yourself in the mirror and like what you see. I hope the thoughts I have never cross your mind. I hope you’re happy.
But you will never hear this from me because this is my burden to bear, my scarlet Letter, my body of scars to live with. I hope you’re happy and never understand me. Because I don’t even understand me.
Write something today even if it sucks.
witandwhistle.com
I can no longer recognize myself again.
I regressed back to the crybaby I was years ago, the “me” that I banished, rejected, hurt, and hated.
But now, I admire that weak self that I can no longer control again. I’m back to the transparent and honest kid. This way, I don’t fear bottled up emotions overflowing.
It’s kinda embarrassing being a crybaby though lol
I cried my tears until dry and poured out my emotions to emptiness.
Now, after doing what I should to move on, I don’t feel a single shed of tear or pain. I just feel a bit sad that I have accepted rejection so easily that I don’t wish to cry or drink or whatever; that falling on the cold floor of reality was so easy for me to acknowledge. I stood up quick, not even fazed. I wouldn't be, after all those pointless battles I fought which pushed me to exhaustion.
dad: why are you drinking coffee at 10pm?
me: time is an illusion. once you realize that, you can transcend, and live in bliss
me: *takes sip*
me: also i have a 10 page paper due in the morning that i haven't started
I had a really fun, relaxing, and exciting vacation!!
Yep, staycation.
I’m truly glad I look fine even if I’m not. I hate having to answer questions--same questions I ask myself which I cannot answer, which brings to confusion and frustration.
