honey, I can tell your pretty face is going to hell

Dec 07, 2010 11:48

For once the Beatles got it wrong, there is never a love that has no past. There isn't one that has no end either, really.

I need to stop blocking things out of my mind each time I can't deal with something. Ignorance is bliss, but repression is becoming detrimental to my mental health. It just numbs my brain and makes me devoid of all emotions. Self- amnesia will probably bite me back one day, I can tell it's already doing harm to my memory. Just the other day, I was trying to recall what I did during my time of pain so as to relate to another's (in an attempt to advise and empathize), but I just could not remember anything. While it keeps my emotions in check, it sometimes works a little too well till the point I don't feel anything for everything and I just become a robot. Agony of the heart and mind is supposed to make you feel alive, but sometimes I think I'm too weak to deal with it and would rather just completely avoid the whole situation. While this all sounds very psychoanalytical, it really isn't. It's just a highly conscious attempt to escape from life's problems. A solution that may not be a real solution afterall.
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