feels like i'm headed for a breakdown
How can I sit here, alone, and be okay? Somehow, it feels like I don't need you. But when you're with me, you're all that I can see, and yet - I don't need you. I can swear, up and down and left and right and into my very dreams - I don't need you. I can laugh and smile and cry by myself - I don't need you. I can be so dependent on everyone but you, because - I don't need you. I can breathe without help - I don't need you. I can't speak to you, because - I don't need you. I can't tell you my secrets, my thoughts - I don't need you. I can go for days without any sort of contact whatsoever - I don't need you. I can keep my hands steady and my words quiet and my glances hushed - I don't need you.
But then I see your face, and suddenly - I need you.
On a (semi-)related note.
Inception:
All I took away:
Musn't be afraid.
I don't know why, but that's all I can think of, now. (Mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling, even if it's difficult.)
I didn't really understand (Somehow, I can be completely stupid and still manage to string words together in a coherent, almost-poetic way. Crazy. Good thing words are simple.), but I enjoyed how the characters reacted to one another. Guess this is why I'm a psychology nerd instead of a physics kid. People are much more interesting than science, at least to me. Though I loved the dreaming, because it gives great insight to the person's psyche, you know? Also, it was flashy, and god knows how I love flashy things. Anyway, I'll probably see it at least twice more, because I think I'll understand the technical parts better this time. But how can some people watch the movie once and come out with opinions and details and actual, "scientific" facts?
Probably has something to do with how I never think. As strange as it sounds, I can sit and stare into space for minutes at a time, not thinking about anything. Sometimes I'll be playing a song in my head and sometimes I'll be resting my eyes, but I'll always come back to reality with nothing of worth. It's a sad thing, to be unable to think. (Probably as sad as being unable to dream.) But I've started to stop worrying about it, though my lack of intelligence will never cease to worry me. It's just something I've become.
-Chris