So recently I've been under the weather, quite the depressing fellow if you will.
I'm not going to go through what's happening because that's just silly and I do not feel like it.
However,
The past few days have been spent crying and crying and crying. Drama queen? I guess.
I tried telling myself that this was just a dream but it wasn't. Last night to fall asleep I imagined myself walking along the edge of a fence, much like a cat, only to slip and fall. Then, I thought about jumping off our fence but figured it was too short and would only injure...
Then today, whilst waiting for my bus I decided to stand in the middle of the road until it came. I did have to move a few times for there were cars and I figured that once again, they would only injure.
So, this is the part where flashing neon signs are signaling to you that I'm completely mental and need help so let me explain... I would never think of taking my own life, or hurting myself. That's a lie. Okay, so I would never do it. But somehow the thought of being able to, if I were to dream it so, gives me a choice. Inturn, some sort of twisted freedom.
so, as much as I try to convince myself in every post that there is no audience, that too is a lie.
au revoir. xo
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