They're back. Again. I shouldn't even be surprised anymore, they are here almost every night. They decide to come out when the house is asleep. Everyone in it, peacefully dreaming. Everyone but me. They keep me awake, those awful things. They bring me pain, make my lungs feel swollen and bruised. My head pound to the point to where all I see is red. I get dizzy and I am sick to my stomach. All of my muscles clench and ache. They stain and swell my face for the morning to come. These things bring me thoughts of other things I wanted to avoid thinking about, and by thinking about things bring more of them. The thing I once was so good at blocking out, hiding away, and ignoring are all being invited past the remains of the dam I built to keep them away. I don't want them here, yet I keep inviting them. Maybe its because all the pain it brings distracts me from the world around me. maybe it's because I have grown addicted to them, those awful tears. The ones that keep me up all night, bring me pain, yet takes some away. Maybe that's why I invite them so often... Maybe that's why they're always here...
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RANDOM RANTS OF A RANDOM TEENAGER
RandomI got this idea from a friend's account and I thought it was a good idea so.... I'll write if I get bothered by anything or if I am just bored and want to share stories. I don't update this super often though, haha.
