there's nothing worse than death
when there's no food
fictional characters dying
your crush asks someone else out
auto play on blogs
when porn appears on your dash while someone is behind you
“Tant que la misère existe, vous n’êtes pas riches, tant que la détresse existe, vous n’êtes pas heureux, tant que les prisons existent, vous n’êtes pas libres.” (Le Joli Mai, Chris Marker, 1963).
- What a great way to end May!
Depressed was never my thing. I’ve been through too many terrible stuffs that sometimes I just feel nothing, nothing.
But I’ve reached my limits, my very wide, large limits. My unlimited limits.
So damn tired !
Let go. Leave. Quit. Run away. Hide. Ignore everything. Ignore everyone.
Perhaps. Be a coward. Why not? I’m really sick of being that strong, brave and cheerful girl in this big big world where my mom left me all alone.
I’m dark and twisty. I’m alone and scared. I feel sad and empty inside. I’m damaged good.
Living in a hell when dying can’t be an option.
I can’t control this pain, it goes around, comes around.
The best I can do is try to let myself feel it when it comes.
And let it go when I can