It feels like my chest is physically being stabbed and destroyed with something sharp and shiny. And it hurts. It hurts in my entire body, my mind
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>And I also feel selfish and self involved by portraying my feelings as pain and sadness, etc. Its like, I could be feeling this way, and at the same time living in Africa with AIDS. Now that would be pain. I can't decide how I feel based on how other people feel though, because the only thing I know for sure is whats going on in my head. Well wait, I know nothing about that, but still... I know it better than I know the people in Africa.
julian. i know what you mean. but i'm over it. i am, honestly. and i'm going to stop going out of my way. like the pretty black book. that was a bit over the top.
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since somewhere earlish last summer. probably before that though. i forget how to work time.
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Thanks for listening to/reading my blabbering.
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how we're all spoiled, dirty Marin kids and going "life sucks, i'm gonna kill myself"
and all those kids in Africa don't have anything to even live for, they're not complaining, and they're struggling to stay alive.
what the hell.
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please dont say you are over it if you are not.
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