Me
I’m broken. It’s fantastic. Crying doesn’t help. I have to force it out…and then it doesn’t feel like anything. Tears are warm, gasping makes tiny noises…but eh, that’s about it. Guess I should try something else.
I don’t know if I’ll survive. Clearly I could. Probably I will. But it’s all good to doubt.
I wish Niko were a person.
According to about.com, we shouldn’t be in contact until we’re both over it. Oops.
Despite the fact that we all need people, I wish I didn’t need any. I wish I could just shrink away into oblivion. It’s much to difficult to express any thoughts to other people.
It’s disappointing that:
- I thought there was still hope
- I think I wish you’d fail
- Texting is way more important than having a conversation with the person in front of you
- Clean is apparently dirty to you
- Messy is also dirty to you
- I don’t want to turn to anyone but you—bad idea
- I don’t recall any reason to end stuff before
- I can’t sleep now
- I have no interest in other people now that I’m back
- Running doesn’t help me sleep
- I think you’re a better person than you really are
- I wish you were that better person
- I wish someone else was that better person
- I don’t think I’ll get anywhere in life for the next year
- I think I should go out…but I don’t want to
- I want to yell all the time
- I want to cut off my connection to the world
- I think I’m stupid
- I think I should have done better
- I think I should give up
- The walls are thin—intended to be interpretted literally
- We can’t talk, because I have nothing to say
- I have nothing to say, because I have no solution
- The solution might be that we sever the connection immediately
- This option is currently not available
- I don’t want to make other friends
- I still can’t sleep
- Does this mean I’ll have to go get a psychologist to deal with the insomnia, or is it just that this is a new place?
- I want to drink…but it won’t put me to sleep
- I want to try running again, but it’s dark
- I want it to end
- You drive me crazy
- Maybe I do feel something when I cry
- I’m not exceptional
- I have a small vocal range
- I think your thoughts are rants
- I think your making irresponsable mistakes
- I think I wish that something bad happened because of these so called “mistakes” so that I could laugh at you
- I clearly want to hate you, but I don’t
- I need a distraction
- I need a knight in shining armor
- No one is coming to save me
- It feels like it’s all up to me
- Maybe it is all up to me
- It could be all up to me…
- Maybe thinking it’s all up to me is an excuse. Despite the power of thought, the tragic truth of humanity includes other people.
- I’m sure there’s more, but I don’t feel like digging
- I want to get to 50
- I wish you had chosen me
- I don’t think anyone else will