Can I write without feeling?
Can I write just to write?
Can any of us exist outside of ourselves?
Di said the greatest tragedy was feeling unloved. What is love, however -
How do i know I'm loved/unloved/half-loved/disloved/ once loved
The sky is a mirror and when i look into it it tells me it's a time of reckoning.
untouched, i am like green ivy crawling over stone walls,
The voices of other people bounce like light off my ears. I am impenetrable. Me me me . I, i, i. It's always all about me. Poor little old me. And I am the not the worst. But I'm certainly one of the worse off people you'll meet.
When I meet a cunt I like to think - well, they also met me.
And that's how you trick your brain into feeling good. Put a spin on it, hunni! Should've gone into PR. Professional manipulation, what a dream...
Full of thoughts, words, pictures, pictures with words on them, casual words, serious words, voices tones languages
Today my sister didn't chuckle at an offhand joke I made and I nearly started shaking.
Woooooowwww! What a fuck! Amirite! Everyone's just out to fuck one another, one way or the other. And I am . Well I am no different. But it's all so . so unsettling. so unnerving.
18th year of my life, been two days, and I've written two notes to my future. like hey girl - what the fuck? Tell me this is going to be worth it. Tell meeee!!!! Tell me anything!!! Anyone tell me anything at all!!!!
