It's a sickened helpless feeling to try to move and giving so much of yourself, yet never getting anywhere. There must be a point in life where effort and good intentions are no longer weighted and valued the same. Sometimes I feel like those are the only two things I know that I can control, but everything just keeps slipping. I feel things falling down sliding out of my control and I'm working so hard to keep everything balance to keep everything upright, but it's just too much. It's just too much. Things are falling to the floor. Glass is shattering. Noises ring in my ear as I watch in slow motion as the things I value are drawn to the floor. I reach out I try to get to them in time, but I'm frozen in place unable to do anything but watch.
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Diary Opened
No FicciónInnermost thoughts and wonderings made public. In order to test the public and push the boundaries of the anonymous. Strong emotions and strong thoughts simply written down. Following a single story and the strongest most noteworthy point of stress...
