However long the night, the dawn will break.
African Proverb
I know I made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life, but the worst one was thinking the person who hurt me the most, wouldn't hurt me again
I'm so sick of my heart leading me places where there can be no happy ending
I stopped cutting because I always could have stopped cutting; that's the plain and inelegant truth. No matter how compelling the urge, the act itself was always a choice. I had no power over the urge, but the act itself was always a choice. I had no power over the flood tide of emotions that drove me to that brink, but I had the power to decide whether or not to step over. Eventually I decided not to. Stopping, however, was not at all the same thing as ending the desire. Even now, I still sometimes ache with a fierce, organic need for cutting's seductive, minimalist simplicity. I expect that I will always be the kind of person who is too much aware of the boundlessness of chaos; it's like having an unfortunate sixth sense, alive to the teeming, invisible undercurrents of anarchy streaming past us as every moment. I don't say it makes me stronger, or more interesting, or gives me character; it's just a part of my fabric of self
If it makes you happy, then I'm fine. If it makes you sleep at night, I am not suicidal. If it helps you stay ignorant, the scars that lace my body are not proof of how much self-hatred boils inside me. If it keeps you from abandoning me, I'm not crazy.
Do you ever just get that feeling where you dont want to talk to anybody? You dont want to smile, and you dont want to be happy, but at the same time, you dont know exactly whats wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you would want anything in the world, it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting, and being alone never was. At least when you are alone, no one is constantly asking you what's wrong, when you dont know the answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again... but until then, all you can do is wait.
i couldn't sleep and the result was a site that i'm gonna love tons.
quotes after quotes.
how apt.
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