It's strange how numb I've become to the sounds of screams. How I actually phase out. How I actually genuinely feel tired. I wonder if relationships are meant to be like this. I'm in love, yet I hate. Kinda Happy, but not really ( Read more... )

Happiness exists only because it's being supported by the misery of others.

Like however much something is terrible or disagreeable or sad. Yet it inately satisfies a desire or need.

There is a fare amount of sacrifice necessary to maintain the front of happiness.

It's all an illusion.
And there we are.
Licking our wounds.
Be it privately or

Hi. I'm Euodia ( you-dear) .

This journal is mainly a chronicle of my rage and disappointments. And bad choices in life.

Why would you ( the reader) even be here?

So yes.

This is me in my seething quiet rage here.
Rather than explooooode in my regular chirpy real-life self.

Motherfucker.

Liar. I know where you're going in a couple of hours.

You could burn brighter and hotter than the depths of hell with those pants.

Seriously? Seriously.

Bitter heart, bitter heart.
Keep it all inside.
Bitter heart, bitter heart.
It's getting a little fragile.

What good am i?
I'm but a whore whose currency is the idea of 'love'.
I'm envious. I'm mad. I'm full of despair.
Of things that I shouldn't and could have done.
My being, just like a parasitical homonculus.
I'm always swept away, always pulled back.
Kind of like a yo-yo, or like waves.

If you truly know what you want ( Read more... )

Our little universe was built in this small room

“It split out of the heart;
& overflowed into my days.
Sometimes as words,
At times, most times.
It was a sad smile.”