Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I know it's the wee hours again, and I should be burying my head in the books, but I'm here. I need to be burying my head in the books, but I'm here. I know I shouldn't be here, but I need to release some of my emotions. And this is a great place because someone out there would be here, and reading.
This is too burdensome. Having emotions is too burdensome. You probably won't find it as onerous because you're not as dark. And you don't have those heart breaking set backs. Yes you have pretty hard set backs. But not heart breaking.
You know how you've been trying your best to conceal certain fragile yet volatile part of your life to the world because you might just die should anyone get too close to that. Yet when you decide to finally open up to a special someone, he cuts you right there and then. Yes, that is me. I've been putting up a tough front here, so now being honest, I don't think I can take that kind of treatment.
And, isn't it only human to cry when you're hurt? And be absolutely incapable to concentrate and remember whatever you've read even though it's only 5 words and you've been staring at them for the past 10 minutes.
And to you, in particular. If you think I'm still alive, you ought to speak to me. Because I'm starting to lose everything. My sanity, my determination, my motivation and my spirit. Or I may already have lost.
so, if I wished, I could follow you 4:47 AM