Bite my tongue. Hold my shaky breath. Maybe if I’m quiet for long enough, everything will be okay, eventually. If I’m honest, it’s really hard to feel this way. Numb, misunderstood, vulnerable. Stubborn. Dazed. I’m tired of hurting you. I’m tired of breaking. But hearts ache sometimes, even when they love each other.
Nothing lasts in this world. Not love, not friends, no period of time. Everything has its own season, and its own purpose. To ensure our growth. To test our strength. To give us happiness. But when it’s over, we are left with the bitter taste of nostalgia in our mouths. Sometimes I wake with the … More Melancholia
My life is so confusing. Just when I think I have one problem solved, another rushes in to take its place. At the moment, I’m battling feelings. Feelings of love. Feelings of resentment. Feelings of loneliness. It’s wearing me down. I just handle things SO badly, and I don’t know where to go from here. … More Fighting My Feelings
Do you ever just feel completely alone in the world? For maybe a day or so, you want to shut everyone out because they couldn’t possibly understand you, but the next day you’re reaching for them with open arms because you’re tired of being lonely. Do you ever find yourself just lying in bed crying, … More Why Do I Feel This Way?
A lot of posts I’ve been reading have been centered around emotion. And boy, I’ve sure been full of THAT lately. I haven’t cried in awhile. It’s not that I’ve ever been a huge crier, but it just seems weird that I can’t remember the last time I sat down and sobbed. The strange thing … More To Quote Marilyn Monroe…
I had an Audrey Hepburn movie marathon the other night. It was great. It was wonderful. I fell asleep with visions of Peter o’Toole and George Peppard dancing around in my head. I awoke a few hours later with a revelation. Now, if you were to ask me why, exactly, I had this random realization … More Fear Won’t Be the Death of Me
Is this for me? Why do I blog? Who reads my blog anyway? Why am I worried about disappointing people? Why does it matter? Why can’t I pin down why I’m so upset? With myself, with people, with life? UGH. I’m so confused. I’m busy, but I have too much time to think. I’m tired, … More I’ve Been Sleepless at Night, Cause I Don’t Know How I Feel