February 2012
14 posts
“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are...”
– Lemony Snicket
January 2012
128 posts
Sometimes its not the fact that I don’t appreciate the little things people do for me, but the fear that I’ll never be able to reciprocate their gestures.
I want to be alone but I don’t want to be left alone
I think its terribly obvious when I feel this growing profound dislike for me from people I respect the most and damn, it tears you up a little
I push people away to feel a different kind of emptiness.
To hide away from the emptiness that ingests you.
The kind that surrounds you with so many circumstances but makes the pain grow from the inside.
It makes me incredi-fucking-bly uncomfortable
