A million little pieces of hate loneliness and hate
"I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with my Family, alone with my friends, alone in a Room full of People. Alone when I wake, alone through each awful day, alone when I finally meet blackness. I am alone in my horror. Alone in my horror.
I dont want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I fucking hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, I have that I have no one to call, I hate that I have no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I have that I have no one to share my hopes and my dreams with, I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell mem to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate that there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming. I hate that what I have turned to in my loneliness lives in a pipe or a bottle. I hate that what I have turned to in my loneliness is killing me, has already killed me, or will kill me soon. I hate that I will die alone. I will die alone in my horror.
More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone.
More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn't alone."
A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
I am only on page 80, and I can't even begin to explain the book. It opens up a whole new world of suffering, and enlightens you to what other people experience. I will not even try to explain it any further, but I am thoroughly enjoying it.
I have been reading like a maniac, school and nonschool related. A brief break to cram my mind with everything it was craving for a four month term and couldnt receive, and everything that it desperately desires and is impatient to relax and wait to the beginning of the hectic school new year. My brain seems satisfied, thus far.
Hope you're all enjoying the break:)
I dont want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I fucking hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, I have that I have no one to call, I hate that I have no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I have that I have no one to share my hopes and my dreams with, I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell mem to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate that there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming. I hate that what I have turned to in my loneliness lives in a pipe or a bottle. I hate that what I have turned to in my loneliness is killing me, has already killed me, or will kill me soon. I hate that I will die alone. I will die alone in my horror.
More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone.
More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn't alone."
A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
I am only on page 80, and I can't even begin to explain the book. It opens up a whole new world of suffering, and enlightens you to what other people experience. I will not even try to explain it any further, but I am thoroughly enjoying it.
I have been reading like a maniac, school and nonschool related. A brief break to cram my mind with everything it was craving for a four month term and couldnt receive, and everything that it desperately desires and is impatient to relax and wait to the beginning of the hectic school new year. My brain seems satisfied, thus far.
Hope you're all enjoying the break:)