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I don't know where I belong.
I don't know who I can rely on, who I can trust?
There is no one to depend on, no-one to lean on when I need to fall. There is no safe crash landing.
No comfort zone.
I have lost my comfort zone, I have lost faith in people and I am slowly losing myself.
Where do I go when home doesn't feel like home, who do I turn to when no one feels familiar to me any longer?
I feel in between places every space in every crowd. I don't belong in any situation or destination.
I don't feel as if I am an existing importance in anyone's life.
I feel of little or no importance, that's it.
I am so alone yet surrounded by so many people I know, so many people I know who allow me to feel so empty, hollow.
I am lost in my own world, my own torment, no, their world suffering their torment.
I feel as though I am outside my body. Adrift amongst everyone else's waves of emotions. Motionless in my own thoughts, my own little world, stranded, going nowhere.
I am surrounded by thick veils of dishonesty, characters with no loyalty people with nothing but judgmental thoughts and actions.
I feel so alone yet surrounded by so many, so many yet I'm so empty.
So much effort into others only to accumulate nothing but hurt and bumps in the road ahead in return.
All I want is a friend.
I'm unsure of how to introduce myself. I guess though, there is no point as I will be remaining anonymous!
It wont stop, I cant stop and deep down I don't want to. It is emotionally draining and exhausting.. it consumes every moment of my life. I can't give it up, I think even given the chance to erase it from my mind completely, I wouldn't.
It's a burden I somewhat enjoy but resent more than anything. It's sad when I know deep down I never want it to end, though it has almost killed me once. I feel ashamed.. or do I really? Possibly not. But I should. But nothing beats the euphoric feeling of the slightest moment of happiness when I achieve a new goal.
I am never content, I can never sit still, I am never relaxed and I never feel any good, physically. It never loosens its grip upon me. It is eternally fixed upon me.
The thoughts creeping in are like being freezing cold frozen solid trying to catch a single breath, I can't touch anything I sit in a certain way, stand in a certain way hold my body to a certain angle and dress in certain cuts. I'm trying to blink it feels like the most impossible task as eyes flicker and feel pinned wide open.. nothing but a complete feeling of dread envelopes me as I look at the 'thing' in the mirror. Another day of self hate, obsession and paranoia ahead.. here we go again.
I'm trapped in this, I wish I could see my self from the outside in and try get a sight of this so called skinny beautiful girl I'm told is wearing the skin I am in.
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