tossedupthrownout

My life is one big irony. Commenting on the deluded, where I myself have been mostly just that. It’s just part of humanity, the part of me, which just hates change, and is desperately clinging on to whatever that I have from the past. Never saw it before, but i do now, guess the thing i need to do, is to let go of what I’ve been clinging on so pathetically for so long. Farewell, this shall be the last post in months to come, it’s not like anyone even reads this deserted empty plot of space.

I’ve got so much to say but i’ve got nothing to write. This is getting scary. When reality unfolds, truth will show you who’s that little manipulative psychotic bitch who’s been twirling you around her fingers all this while.

Weak heart weak minds, the world will eat you up and spit you out. Strong heart strong minds, people’ll put you down and burn you out. That’s the reality of truth my sweet chum.

Let’s burn ‘em bridges let’s take ‘em falls. Implosion is only to come by soon enough.

It’s hard to keep moving on, I ain’t doubting it. But let’s just have a little faith, that things will work out in the end. Afterall, if things don’t, then it ain’t the end yet.

A thousand faces. A thousand stories. A thousand liars. A thousand honest-to-god. A tale of woe perhaps. But whom might you seek out?

It’s been awhile. Any longer I’d probably erase from my mind the existence of this space. I guess I’m pretty much getting used to life as it is now. Well there’s only so much one can miss. Live and learn to let live. It’s really about time I start listening to the people around me. Let it go, it’s the past they say. Many say change is good, but what’s so good about it? Shine some enlightenment on me perhaps?

Somewhere along this path people call life, I think I’ve somehow dropped and lost my ability to feel. Happiness, hurt, sadness, fear. The fact that no matter what words are being said to me now, no matter who or what undermines me, there is no resultant feeling nor emotion. It’s like throwing a brick at a wall and expecting some sort of response but null’s the only thing you get. Numbness is the only thing that exists now. In the very least, for me. 

Myriad of feelings, thoughts, exasperation, stress exploding inside of me all at once. What the fuck is wrong with me. I need a get away. RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

It’s been long since the last time I’ve been attacked ruthlessly by the gripes of insomnia, boiling down from perhaps the inability to control and overcome these thoughts of inadequacy. Rough times like these once again makes me wanna just pack my bags and take off, far away into foreign lands and woods and just roam free, with nothing but a weightless heart and you around. Outrageous? I hope not.