Joy, love, despair, hope, pain.
Anything but being slowly eaten away by this stress and self-inflicted exhaustion.
And as much as it is permeating me already, and as much as I hate it, I would even prefer frustration.
As long as it's a lot of it.
Basically I want to feel enough to cry, to cry my damn eyes out.
I am tired of wandering around, being tired.
I am starting to talk to myself again, I am dreaming about politics and the men of my dreams (completely literally) and I can hardly keep from screaming at my father.
Come on, shove me into overload, we all know I'm heading that way anyway.
stop speaking my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteit scares me.
i adore you. i am always here.
God loves you. i love you.
please don't let your brain fry.
you mean too much to me. ♥ xx
you're too cute darling, I love you also :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think my brain will fry while you are around :P
BLARGH TOO MUCH LOVE
-vomits-
:P I am good now haha
I can relate to this. Not only from my past, but also right now.
ReplyDeleteI hope things get better soon.