I can only let you down at this point. Abandon your wildest hopes for me as I channel the lost souls of Hendrix and Robin Williams in real time.
It’s not my intention to cause grief and sadness, yet my existence appears to require it. No happy ever afters, just runaway tachycardia and shame to those whom have known me.
My actions, inspired by that which is sweeter than reason. Wishing to make amends, but only within certain guidelines.
A blocked fifth chakra and wicked inferiority complex. ‘Never knows best.’ Peace in solitude.
Half suicidal, living in hope for a better tomorrow. Not enjoying the present moment, living off nostalgia and earthbound dreams.
Runaway tachycardia. Somewhat afraid, and totally unsure of what to do.
Wishing for a simple kind of life before reaching for the stars again. Seeking happiness from within and without, reading through WordPress blogs tagged about #depression.
One of those days, one of many. Perhaps the issue is that I foolishly hope that one day I’d never have to feel like this again. Well, not the inferiority part; that part of me can forever go to hell. I mean the part about feeling disappointment! Setting goals and failing. Sometimes the goals are unrealistic. This year has taught me that more than any other.
hope everyone’s in better spirits. I have much to be thankful for, but I can’t just turn off the negative emotions, so here it is. maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow, idk.