Cue emoness.
I hate this feeling. The thoughts of having no one to truly angst too when they're not available and my head hurts from it all... The lying to myself, reassuring myself it'll be okay when really, I'm just falling apart again and again. But sometimes, I am okay. And other times, I want to do nothing else but lie down and clutch something close to me, and drown myself in sorrowful thoughts and tears until I stop and then eventually fall to sleep.
I don't know what I want. I just want... someone who truly understands me to be by my side. But I guess I can't have that.
I'm gonna go and... draw. It's what I used to do to calm down.
I feel like deleting this. But I guess I won't. It wouldn't be a journal if you keep deleting entries. Where would your memories lie? How would you figure yourself out?
~Xia-hime