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superstition?
the thought of running away from home, sounds like...
i'm so fucking angry to the point that my face is ...
FINALLY PT.2
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rojak thoughts rojak emotions.
this is why i sometimes so much prefer to be a clo...
ARGH SO PISSED. just because you have 5k in your b...
Saturday, June 22, 2013 @ 6:15 AM
In the past, when this happened, i felt so sad and wanted to fix everything. i wished for everything to return to how it was in the past. i wished for everything to go away. i'd feel so hurt for the love we used to have.
But now, all i feel is hurt, hurt because of the pain, the tiredness and the repetitiveness. Yes, i have an ego. yes i have too much pride. but this time i can't swallow it, for i have too many times and refuse to choke myself again.
i'm going crazy in the place where it is least supposed to happen. in a place where everything should be pure and true, i feel fake and reluctant. the place where is supposed to give me the warmth i can't find anywhere else, is now an boiling cauldron for the poison of fear, emptiness and hurt. i feel so emotionless now, because i'm worn out from feeling the fear and pain.
seeing how other people are so happy and filled up with warmth. i cant help but feel jealous. why is home such a formal place for me? when will this place ever be what a home is supposed to feel again?
In the past, when this happened, i felt so sad and wanted to fix everything. i wished for everything to return to how it was in the past. i wished for everything to go away. i'd feel so hurt for the love we used to have.
But now, all i feel is hurt, hurt because of the pain, the tiredness and the repetitiveness. Yes, i have an ego. yes i have too much pride. but this time i can't swallow it, for i have too many times and refuse to choke myself again.
i'm going crazy in the place where it is least supposed to happen. in a place where everything should be pure and true, i feel fake and reluctant. the place where is supposed to give me the warmth i can't find anywhere else, is now an boiling cauldron for the poison of fear, emptiness and hurt. i feel so emotionless now, because i'm worn out from feeling the fear and pain.
seeing how other people are so happy and filled up with warmth. i cant help but feel jealous. why is home such a formal place for me? when will this place ever be what a home is supposed to feel again?
