the silence
Days like this make me just want to end. I can't stand how I feel.
Missing a ghost; unable to feel anything specific, just an obscure, empty sense of longing. Why can't I just make the memories stop? Why can't I just feel happy for one fucking day?
For some people, it's better not to know certain things. I am not one of those people. Ignorence is not bliss for me. Not anymore. Once you know that you are dreaming, you can never be perfectly asleep. I need to know it all.
I need to know how she is.
If I am going to feel this way for the rest of my life, or if I'm not going to feel anything, I would rather not be.
What would be the point?
-c.
Missing a ghost; unable to feel anything specific, just an obscure, empty sense of longing. Why can't I just make the memories stop? Why can't I just feel happy for one fucking day?
For some people, it's better not to know certain things. I am not one of those people. Ignorence is not bliss for me. Not anymore. Once you know that you are dreaming, you can never be perfectly asleep. I need to know it all.
I need to know how she is.
If I am going to feel this way for the rest of my life, or if I'm not going to feel anything, I would rather not be.
What would be the point?
-c.