Don't worry... Don't panic!
Date: Apr 20th, 2007 11:26:40 pm - Subscribe
Mood: edgy
When I write here, I imagine what he would say to my words if he read them. If he came to this, my sacred existence. And he laughs in my mind. Maybe he wouldn't laugh. But he would definately see that this is an inflated sense of self. He'd see that this is something he will never understand.
What do you do as a depressed person when your partner is incapable of empathising with depression?
What do you do when its dawning on you that you created, manifested, nurtured the sickness inside yourself... and you liked it...
So I'm fighting my own baby here.
I'm fighting the intellectual side of myself.
I'm fighting the misanthropy.
I'm fighting the self that hates picket fences.
trying not to become a hateful dichotomy.
trying to be safe
not scared.
not scarred.
Again I come to the point where I have to ask myself what is most important. Ask myself why I want to get better. Its for a chance at something more fulfiling.
Why get better?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Is happy any better than sad? Yeah miserable is as miserable does maybe?
I'm just tired. I feel like the last couple of days I've been pushing shit up hill. I know that this is 'normal' and that it will happen. But it fucking frightens me. It makes me think that there might not be the twinkling of something that I just can't help wanting and without that I can't entertain the fairytale. I've never played the princess, I've always been the dragon.
So To try not to push everyone away again and make life 'hard' for myself. To try not to be scared. To try and show my scars without slashing them. Fuck I'm edgy today.
Breathe. Thats all we can do. Breathe.
This self indulgent blog might not be good for my MH.
xxtron
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pura - April 23rd, 2007 |
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