So here I am again. Blogging. A release perhaps?
Am I that type of person to which I cannot express my true emotions to society, in which I gotta write about them, to feel slightly at ease.
What am I saying, even writing cannot sort out this mess situated in my mind.
The last 12 hours of the day have consisted of quickening the process of killing my lungs. Asking the mother to buy some more. She knows something is up, but she must not know.
How can one person feel so much hurt? How can one person create this much hurt?
Is this shit natural, or man made?
It's funny how a few typed words, can break a person. Is this normal?
Emotions I never knew existed came appearing out of no where, filling my face with wasted tears. Wasted tears you shall never see. Wasted tears you shall never know about. Why do i care so much?
As much as I should hate you, I cannot. My heart does a funny little movement when I see you appear online. What does this movement mean? It's not love. I don't believe in love. I shall read love, I shall write love, but never allow myself to fall in love. Well I attempt this.
I wish we had never kissed that night. I wish we had never exchanged numbers. I wish we never got sexual. I wish to have never met you. I wish all these things, and wish for them to come true. I hate the fact you shall never leave my mind, and shall always appear in my life when you need me, yet I know we shall never be.
I wish for you to be anonymous.
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