but any other time it's like I am sinking deeper and deeper still into my little empty hole where no one can see me. I'm so numb and lifeless that sometimes I forget who or what I am.. just lost in my own made up reality, where I can see and hear nothing but the images and chords in my mind. Where I can cry and break down and no one can hear me.. I am invisible and that is how it should be.
If I had one wish it would be to feel my own beauty, inside and out, and be able to live happily with that. Unfortunately as more and more days go by, months, years, I feel it growing and worsening, like I'm cursed to be forever unhappy.
Then there are those of you that seem to relate and actually listen, unlike most.
I'd like to thank
Devious Comments
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This world is full of beauty both savage and delicate. It's alluring and detestful at the same time. I hate this life but I love the beauty it gives me. As long as I find beauty in everything surviving is an insatiable craving
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dryer sheets pwn febreeze its that simple.
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