Jan 23, 2010 01:34
The words will never be enough and all human connections are flawed. That's what makes them so beautiful.
Why do I create this fake reality for myself in which I'm missing some magical existance that I've convinced myself I should have?
I think I'm searate but really I've only separated myself.
I think I'm alone, but maybe it's okay to seek meaning instead of empty fillings. We're all alone...and not at the same time.
Maybe it's okay. Maybe I'm okay.
I know things still don't feel right. I know they probably never will, and I'm afraid really afraid. But I also know things are better. I also know things have the potential to continue getting better. So I guess I just have to believe that I'll get there. To whatever that metaphorical place is where things can be okay.
I also know that this world is really fucked up and really amazing, and sometimes you have to think about just how fucked up it is to appreciate just how beautifully amazing it is. I guess I'm kind of fucked up and kind of amazing too. I guess everyone is.
I just want to connect. Why do I put up so many barriers?