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βImpossible, I realize, to enter anotherβs solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known.β
βPaul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
βPaul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
It has been a long time since I have sat down without torturing myself in my head. I don't think I ever have. Even if I sat alone I never rested calmly and breath the air and let it take away every negative in my heart out of me as it made its way out. One word only slips through my mouth in the middle of this exhaustion "α°αααα". Doing all of this to be better and feel better,give myself better ways of love gestures....even after all of it there is something with in me that is just tired of it all. Are the chemicals an explanation of this? Is it just me? Is it "survival mode" since 12? Is it only projecting love and it not returning as how my soul needs it?maybe uts the waiting you know. Maybe its risking everything in my heart to trust love again and it not being what is of expected. Maybe its me reacting to all that goes on in my life from my broken 12 or 13 year old love neglected-traumatized self.Maybe its the constant fight to be better. To do better. Than yesterday so as not to lose a pint of breath for tomorrow. Or maybe I am just over thinking all of this and I am just tired of taking a 3 week long exam. I don't know. Its been a long time since I expressed something on here that I should have spoken. So there you go. This is to let you know we are all in this if you have been feeling like it. We are living. We are breathing. This is life. Noone is gonna put guns in your head for expressing that exhaustion. This isnot an easy life. But that doesn't mean it should take our lives from us. Take everyday as it comes. Its ok to not be where you think you should be or feel what you think you should feel. Today is Feb 10th. I am sure last year wasn't like this. Tomorrow is different too.
-From my heart to yours
-From my heart to yours
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No one would have chosen to lose their loved ones to write their own literature! We are not parasitic creatures who sap our literature from the blood of our loved ones, but when life robs us of what is dearest to us, we imitate our literature.
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βEveryone who found a home in my arms, I surprised them with my loss.
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βNo one pays attention to a tree that is tired of standing, as no one pays attention to the fatigue of a superman.
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And looking back at it now i struggle on choosing which feeling to lie on. To be proud of myself for always thinking in my survival mode mentality and repel all your love out of fear it might not stay.... and for being right in it being short lived....or to fall to my knees for my twelve year old broken child self for being so preserved and cautious to not risk it all and live like a normal person.
Were you worth it even if you would have ended breaking my heart? Were you love or disguised as it? Should I have betrayed that little girl for you?
Were you worth it even if you would have ended breaking my heart? Were you love or disguised as it? Should I have betrayed that little girl for you?
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