I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel – drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have – that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
While they’re still alive, people can become ghosts.
Thank you! This is really sweet, I think your blog is amazing so this means a lot. xx
"I think I’ve been writing about you."
“This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.”
- Ian S. Thomas, I wrote this for you
You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in somene else’s poison- thinking you can cure them by sharing it- you will instead store it within you.