monday, january 5th 2015
i hate the saying, 'the silence was deafening.' or 'the silence was so loud...' because this silence isn't deafening or loud, it's smothering. it physically weighs me down to even think about it.
a heavy silence i guess, the type of almost awkward, but not quite, silence you have with someone you just met. which makes no sense to me, i know you. you know me. this is such a generic way to describe this but it feels like we're strangers.
i don't know how to distract myself anymore, all i feel is the constant warmth and weight of the silence, lingering and looming until i'm alone and have the ability to be consumed in thought.
i wonder if you feel it too, when our eyes accidentally meet, do you feel that unfamiliarity and uncertainty? do you care or are you able to brush it off your shoulders?
i've always hated silence, i hate the way it makes me feel, and the way it makes me think. i especially hate the type of silence that makes your ears ring, it's a constant reminder that there is no one else around you; that you're completely alone.
if this is what it feels like to remember than i can't blame you for wanting to forget.
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dead (discontinued)
Short Story"my suicide letter will be only a picture of you and your new girlfriend, because that's enough to make me want to die." (don't read this i wrote it in the 7th grade pls let it die!!) (I LITERALLY WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 PLEASE DONT READ IT I ONLY...
