..the past couple days have been complete seclusion from any technology that has communication abilities. I find it much easier that way. I can’t deal with this as of now. I take one look at my device & nothing- not one message- call- anything. I guess this is really it. I sincerely wish him happiness & as much as it sickens me; a woman who will be fair to him. I just need some time. so.. back to seclusion.
Regardless - I’ll wear this band on my finger forever. Even though it’s a one way street- the words inside remain truthful.
So che non ti fidi di me tesoro,
Io non ti biasimo.
mi fai felice. si dispone di quel potere.
..si meritano di meglio.
Io non voglio che nessuno dispiace per me,
non voglio che vi sentiate male neanche per me.
Mi merito il dolore,
il dolore di quello che sta succedendo al mio corpo
So che probabilmente non mi credete-
ancora una volta, io non ti biasimo..
ma l’unica cosa che ho veramente il desiderio,
è per voi per trovare la vera felicità.
perché ho cura di te più di quanto io la cura di me stesso.
this is why I find tumblr amusing. I notice that so many people are flat out weird, like me. granted weird in a different way.. which makes us similar. it all may sound rather confusing, I know.. but it really isn’t that difficult of a concept to grasp if you really think about it. I notice that some things that I find interesting - & think that others just don’t care or understand - they actually do. nobody’s really alone in this world.. but they are. individuals unite, sometimes.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then- I contradict myself.
me being confused isn’t always ‘breaking news’. I do it to myself, just by overthinking.. trying to analyze everything. so I’ve decided- I’m just not going to think tonight.
seeingthehorizon:
There’s a certain beauty to be found
In watching someone drift into sleep.
There’s a certain serenity in the struggle
Between ones mind and body,
Both fighting desperately for control.
She fights the temptation,
Knowing she’s going to lose.
Her head bobs left, sways right,
Her eyes focused on nothing,
Her mind focused on nothing.
Her breaths becomes deeper,
Monotonous,
Repetitive.
Her eyes take comfort
Beneath the blanket,
They dream.
Dreaming.
Dreaming.
Gone.
I just stumbled upon this pretty little piece of writing.
I feel cozy just reading it.
this isn’t actually happening.
I must be in the middle of one of those dreams..
I must be dreaming.. this isn’t reality.
don’t wake me.
I figure his life will be better without me in it.
I did it to myself & then vent/whine via internet. Gross, isn’t it? I know.
I’m a selfish no.. pathetic wait- let’s face it, an untrustworthy being.
Now I’m taking my medicine.
Simple as that.
