D: you know, I get this way too sometimes. Driving by myself somewhere, I ponder the fact that at the end of the day, we've got...ourselves to come home to.
Sometimes this is really comforting. Sometimes it makes me all emoface.
Mostly it is a case of moving away from things that were wrong but there to a place where nothing is there except me. And being ok with that and knowing it and choosing it still hurts.
I write in my journal daily to keep grounded, with the hopes that if I ever start sounding insane, people will tell me. I never mention how unbalanced my family is, and I secretly fear inheriting "the crazy".
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Sometimes this is really comforting. Sometimes it makes me all emoface.
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I remember human physical contact.
Sorta.
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