My love, my hate, and all my sorrow...

Mood indigo

I don’t know.

I don’t know what that feels like.

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand why I feel thing so deeply, so much so that everything just hurts.

But when I observe others, when I try to understand or emulate them, I don’t see what I think I feel.

There are elements, but not to the extremes that rage within me.

Things. People. Are picked up and discarded and everything moves along.

Are we all deluding ourselves?

What’s the secret I’ve been left out of?

I’m tired of hurting.

I don’t understand people.

It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Wtf. Yikes

What’s happened to me?

Sleep is my enemy, for in it i see everything i ever wanted and ever will want, and you.