December 2010
52 posts
livious.
most unconnected lives continue simultaneously superimposed next to each other either unaware of their presences or justly oblivious to it.
what am I doing…
ourheartsarelight asked: die_skizze?
It's a game I play.
Not knowingly, my mind plays with me. It does stuff to watch me suffer, by myself.
And I can’t stop. It’s always there. It’s the only thing I have left; my mind. And it hates me too.
Life
A bitch. It kicks you while you’re down. And then it spits on you.
And just to make it great, it makes you hate yourself. And others. And everything.
Trivial.
This isn’t getting much better. I’m not getting better.
At least I’m not getting worse though. And honestly, how much worse could I get.
Pain
This is like screws being twisted into my temples as I move my body, my head, and even my eyes. Fuck fuck fuck headaches.
“Think of all the mistakes you have made in your life and make sure that you...”
– Paul Baribeau
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Stopping
what you’ve always done is hard. What your tendencies are. They make or break you.
Stopping doing what you want is even harder.
ourheartsarelight asked: do i know you from dailybooth?
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"So I'll meet you at the cemetery gates.": "You... →
vallkirie:
I feel like the world is moving in slow motion without you here. Today didn’t have any substance to it, but maybe that is because I was physically unable to get out of bed until three. I didn’t realize how hard this was going to be, getting you out of my head. I wonder if you have been…
And you'll never see
how much I hide under this fake smile. And you’ll never know how much I still miss you. And how much I still love you.
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I'm all alone.
And all I have is my own thoughts. Your words. My hope.
And I’m dead. And I’m gone. And I’m done.
I hate me.
I hate my mind. I hate my thoughts. I hate my attitude. I hate my emotions. I hate my being. I hate my name. I hate repeating it. I hate hearing it. I hate a lot of things. Most are me, have been me, or will be me.
I hate them. All.
I want to be someone else. I want to leave me behind.
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Intoxicated waiting. →
vallkirie:
Being around you is intoxicating. Everything melts away. All my worries, all my pain. However, once I drive away it all comes rushing back. Like a flood. It tears me up inside that it will be half of a year before I can call you mine. I want to take things slow still, you are worth the wait, this…
Love this.
Each day you slip away...
I miss you more and more.
You were my one, too.
I stopped believing in them because you were taken away from me. Even though you always will be my one.
I'm killing myself.
Everything’s against me. I’m even against myself.
I wish no one knew me but you.
I wouldn’t have to answer why I look so sad all the time. I wouldn’t have to deal with people talking to me. I wouldn’t have to act interested in what they had to say.
You would know what was wrong though. And having a simple peace like that seems more appealing that having people that care.
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I feel like it was a mistake.
fuzzyduck:
A mistake to tell you that I wasn’t the one.
I know you don’t really believe that there are such things.
But I do. And I realized that you were.
A mistake to not tell you how I felt.
Because I love you so much.
And I miss you so much.
A mistake to make all of these choices in the first place.
Because my choice should have always been you…
Fuck, Esquivel… :’(
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I just want to leave.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
Maybe I'm too young.
Maybe I’m too old a soul.
I don’t know. Everything I said was true though, you were the first and the most meaningful one to me. And whatever does happen, you always will have the first piece of my heart I will ever give to anyone.
And hopefully what happens is not goodbye. If it is… at least you’ll know everything though.
If ever you need me, you know where to find...
I saw you after third today.
fuzzyduck:
jesterism:
I saw you going to art, from presumably your locker. I thought about going up behind you, and tugging on your ponytail, or pinching both sides of your hips like I always used to. And then I thought about it, and opted not to, for it wouldn’t feel as lively as it used to.
I think I’ve read this five times and I still don’t know what to say… :’(
I thought about...
I saw you after third today.
I saw you going to art, from presumably your locker. I thought about going up behind you, and tugging on your ponytail, or pinching both sides of your hips like I always used to. And then I thought about it, and opted not to, for it wouldn’t feel as lively as it used to.
