I haven’t moved in three hours. I have so much to do and I haven’t moved in three hours. I’ve been crying for two but I haven’t moved in three hours. I need to eat again and my legs don’t want to work, because I haven’t moved in three hours. My dad told me do something (anything) and still I haven’t moved in three hours. I don’t really know what to do so I haven’t moved in three hours. My heart aches and my face is swollen but I’m done feeling like shit, and yet I probably won’t move for three hours more.
Posts tagged me.
A few months ago there was a girl who smiled at the world. She was full of energy and positivity and spilled it onto everyone she encountered. She didn’t think twice about the words that’d fall into her mouth if she had to tell someone they were the most beautiful creature or she loved their flare or that radiance poured from them or wanted to know their name just to know it or that their haircut was fucking cool, she’d just say them. She carried a mentality of “there’s more people out there to love than people who love you”. She spoke only peaceful righteous words. She was encouraging. She was free. She was inspired. She felt good when she made those around her feel good. And somewhere she got lost. She stopped feeling good. This girl was me. I miss her very much.
I’m surrounded by so much heartbreak I’m beginning to feel as though I’m suffering from one also. But for a love that hasn’t existed yet. I have been in relationships and had companions that I’ve adored- I’m a sucker for lust. I’ve fallen heavy more than a few times. But this overwhelming feeling of being deserted hasn’t left me for weeks, and now that I know what even a fraction of it feels like, I don’t know if I ever want to subject myself to this pain again. And yet all the same I couldn’t feel lonelier. Bummer.
All these body parts and I still couldn’t get a piece of you
I felt very sad.
I felt like,
there should been two of us standing here.
Lately I have been experiencing spurs of severe anxiety. I don’t know how I found myself here n I don’t know what to make of this realization.
Went to burleigh super early
Ate delicious Govinda’s koftas and raw salad
Drank my favourite kind of coffee
Make stir fry
Thanks sunday, you’re too kind.
I talk to you in very much the same way I try to drink my coffee,
before it turns cold.