Jul 22, 2013 06:22
I just got up to feed the cats. Or rather, the kitten, as the mother was nowhere to be found.
This thing is so old. I wonder why I come back to it ever. But I also remember, that I used to try so hard to write things I thought might make sense to someone. How I like to put down my words just in case they were important. I wish I felt like that more often. Now I just feel... fucking terrified.
I've found that I seem to have an obsession with holding a cigarette in my mouth now. Not smoking it, or even lighting it, but just having it hang in my mouth while I do things. I'm not really sure why. I haven't smoked in weeks even. Probably months. It's somehow calming though.
I need to find something to be passionate about again. I have forgotten how it feels to be alive. I think, I should go for it. Time waits for no one after all.
"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
5am conciousness,
alone,
thoughtful. sad sadness princess