Can somebody really carry a lifetime of sadness in their souls and keep quiet still? How come everyone thinks that they do not fit in anywhere, yet, refuse to speak to eachother?
I guess I am in just one of those melancholic,suicidal pseudo-suicidal phase, if there is phase like this. But how long can this phase last...it seems like an eternity.
It seems an eternity when i bought something new to wear or even went for a pedicure or even painted my nails.
Cobwebs in the eyes, dust inside the ears and mouth choked up with words that won't come out...ugh...everything was so much simpler when i was young. And during that time i wanted to grow up real fast, ironic.
I guess I am in just one of those melancholic,
It seems an eternity when i bought something new to wear or even went for a pedicure or even painted my nails.
Cobwebs in the eyes, dust inside the ears and mouth choked up with words that won't come out...ugh...everything was so much simpler when i was young. And during that time i wanted to grow up real fast, ironic.
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| If death is so beautiful...why is being alive so ugly? |
Unsolicited advice: whenever I'm having an anxiety attack and thus am contemplating suicide, or whenever I get severely depressed by the epiphany of the absurdity of the world, I try to sincerely accept what Bob Marley has said:
ReplyDeleteI'm jammed up; hope you're jammin' too
Marley left hoping people will chose joy over everything else. I listen to him and start jammin'. It's bitch tough in the beginning. But you get better. Jam away the gloom.
Jam alls about mu pride; the truth I cannot hide;
To keep you satisfied
True love that now exists is the love I can't resist
So jam by my side
I wanna jam it with you