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My mind needs to be constantly stimulated in order to feel considerably adequate, which fails to occur a majority of the time, which then transpires to feelings of disinterest, indifference, worthlessness, isolation, and melancholy. This all leads me
Humans are gravely disappointing. Any time I actually try conversing with my family, I just get labeled a “hippie,” “insane,” “bipolar,” etc. I’m sorry for mentioning things that you fail to realize. I am sorry
The concept of New Years has never stuck with me. Time is an illusion. Einsteins theories or relativity prove that there is no single present moment, but that all moments are equally free. The past, present, and future all exist simultaneously. Time is
I’m so fucking nostalgic for the past tonight, for people, places, colors, memories, scents, sensations, and sounds that no longer exist in this life. I will never be able to go back to those things; I can only replay the memories over and over
I need to not exist anymore. My existence is not beneficial; I am quite detrimental. I see no purpose. I see no future. I see no meaning. I am not fit for this world. I am not fit for anyone. I need to not exist anymore. I am tired of feeling
I am lacking;This leaves me sorrowful.I cannot keep running through a maze I will never find my way out.Misplaced.I am not ordinary, You see.Maybe for awhile;It was never meant to be.When you fall down the rabbit hole a time, or two, nothing is the
I am so completely enamored by you,And all the things you do.For that reason alone, I am utterly perplexed,Distressed; I am not at my best. These voices in my head are mine alone. Homegrown.I have been glaring out of this murky windowInto a misty
More. I didn’t think I was as hopeless back then, but it seems that way.8/4/2008 3:01:00 AM I cannot recall how I got here. here; in this mess, in this absolute hell.here; lower than low. here; sicker than sick.here; beyond anything you can ever
I feel out of touch with reality. I can hardly tell if I’m dreaming or if I’m awake. Most of the time it all just blends together. It’s all just a blur. I’ll think something happened, but it’s just a part of a dream I had.
I no longer desire to get romantically involved with other beings. Each relation ends the same. Ill-fated. Doomed. Destroyed. Empty. You give your already broken heart to someone and you are left with more cracks, fissures, and colossal holes exposing
I had my first trip on acid last for the first time last night, and it was alluring. I have always thought that I would not be able to because of my depression and anxiety, but I found that it just made most of those thoughts go away completely unless
If only you could see yourself the way I do. There are so many things that you do, that if other people saw they would fall in love with you too.You will never really know someone until it is 430 am, and they are whispering their secrets into the
I do not think I will ever be able to form meaningful emotionally connections with other humans. I feel so alone all the time. Sometimes it is even intensified when I am surrounded by few people or even thousands. I constantly watch other people, and
I just really want to trip again, in the forest or the desert this time, with the night sky up above illuminated by the moon. I want to fall in love with my existence. I want to see the universe. I want to dance under amethyst colored skies to music
Sunday, March 16, 2014 11:13 PM
Every now and then I become unhappy over the way things ended; after all, it’s only been a few months. To go from everything to nothing in such a short amount of time, can be detrimental to anyone’s psyche. I wanted things to be different,
I want to be your favored coalescence of atoms, existing through the fabric of time space continuum. I want to be your favorite person in the entire universe, endlessly.
All of you people that romanticize mental illnesses, have depression/anxiety/anorexia/bulimia/etc blogs, or openly list your mental illnesses in your about me section make me so sick to my stomach. I really do not know what is so fucking glamorous about
Get the fuck out of my head.Dissipate from my remembrances. Vanish from my consciousness.Disappear, fade away, depart eternally.I no longer wish for you to inhabit my thoughts. You linger, and I can still see you amidst the fog that harbors in the
For you ladies that rage in your undies and damn near nothing else... Put on some shorts at the very least. A) we dont need to see all that. B) There's a lot of Bro douches full of fuckery out there that you dont need to deal with.
Monday, May 5, 2014 2:04 AM I was in a dystopian society where technology had advanced in some ways. Where we had these metal things screwed to the back of our necks (kind of like Ender’s Game), which allowed the brain to work at almost it’s
When people blame highly intelligent animals for human deaths and say they deserved to die because of it, despite confining them, subjecting them to every day abuse, and maltreating them you are truly a fucking piece of shit. You do realize that if we
I never, ever, ever want to give birth to a child. I do not want to be held responsible for bringing a person into existence that did not want to exist in the first place, or have them be forced to endure in this fucked up world that they do not want
I dream every night and have multiple dreams a night always. You’re always in my dreams. When I was in relationships with other people, they would show up occasionally, but I was not always satisfied with them. I would still want someone else there.
I have a lot of issues, but one of my greatest flaws is that I care too much for things that are incapable of reciprocating my feelings. I am too delicate. Every time my heart breaks, cracks begin to form. The cracks just seem to expand and grow deeper
I hate when I get into these thought processes. Sometimes I get really sad thinking about my dogs potentially getting sick one day. They aren’t puppies anymore, and while they’re still kind of young (4, 5, + 6) sooner or later something can
You know, I used to want to be happy more than anything else in the world. That was the most important goal to me. It was one of the only things I was certain in life that I wanted. Now that is not the case. This could be a result of two things. I think
The more educated and knowledgeable I become, the more I come to realize the atrocities that have been committed by numerous governments and peoples all for capital and power. While I should be happy, that I am not completely blind to my surroundings,
