I gave it a little thought, I dug to find out why am I a mess; boy did it bring me down. Feels like good old depression. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to lay on the floor. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to exist. It's the way forward.
This is where I come to sulk and forget so that others wouldn't have to hear any of this. This is where I come to take note of sudden realizations before they are lost forever. This is not for you. It's for me. If you're looking for cool stories, look elsewhere.
Thursday, 18 April 2013
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Ignorance is the way forward. Not thinking about the bad things in life. That's how we get by. It's a self-repairing mechanism that pushes out the negative things. My assumption is that everyone of us is traumatized. But we get by.
I gave it a little thought, I dug to find out why am I a mess; boy did it bring me down. Feels like good old depression. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to lay on the floor. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to exist. It's the way forward.
Everything is ugly. Everything.
I gave it a little thought, I dug to find out why am I a mess; boy did it bring me down. Feels like good old depression. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to lay on the floor. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to exist. It's the way forward.
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