truths and fears.
I think I just broke my own heart.
that hope is a tricky thing; thank goodness he killed it.
and too bad I cried.
how do people not harden and die over time? I truely believe I died before it even started; now it's just fake. But it still hurts like the real thing.
I've had too many people tell me "don't get your hopes up." And I giggled, because isn't that the point of it all? That someone gives you hope, and tries to recessitate you before they pull the plug?
It's been so long since I took any of it seriously, and I am so ready to. To have a place, and an other. But I think I laughed at love too many times, that I have no idea how or what it is; I respond to it like I would any other oddity, with aggressive force to make it go away.
I dunno. All I do know is that my mom cries at night because she is alone. That she is 50 and knows that she will die absoluetly alone. And I fear that I will do the same.
that hope is a tricky thing; thank goodness he killed it.
and too bad I cried.
how do people not harden and die over time? I truely believe I died before it even started; now it's just fake. But it still hurts like the real thing.
I've had too many people tell me "don't get your hopes up." And I giggled, because isn't that the point of it all? That someone gives you hope, and tries to recessitate you before they pull the plug?
It's been so long since I took any of it seriously, and I am so ready to. To have a place, and an other. But I think I laughed at love too many times, that I have no idea how or what it is; I respond to it like I would any other oddity, with aggressive force to make it go away.
I dunno. All I do know is that my mom cries at night because she is alone. That she is 50 and knows that she will die absoluetly alone. And I fear that I will do the same.