Quotes added on Tuesday, June 3 2014
There is not enough paper to write down
all the thoughts, words, feelings, emotions and ideas that are
inside my head
I am the last
person to offer relationship advice to anyone
I see people always talking about being in love, like its the most important thing in their lives, or being hurt, being dumped, being abandoned, being happy because they are so in love
I see it, but I don't understand it, I don't understand the appeal of it, or the pain of it, because I have never been in love, with anyone.
I don't understand how it feels to be dumped or rejected by someone, or how it feels to be admired by someone or to be in love with someone
Love seems like a scary, complicated thing
And my life is already pretty scary and beyond complicated, with just me dealing with it
I can't make room for another person. I couldn't trust someone that much
I have too many secrets
I see people always talking about being in love, like its the most important thing in their lives, or being hurt, being dumped, being abandoned, being happy because they are so in love
I see it, but I don't understand it, I don't understand the appeal of it, or the pain of it, because I have never been in love, with anyone.
I don't understand how it feels to be dumped or rejected by someone, or how it feels to be admired by someone or to be in love with someone
Love seems like a scary, complicated thing
And my life is already pretty scary and beyond complicated, with just me dealing with it
I can't make room for another person. I couldn't trust someone that much
I have too many secrets
*Holds
out
hand*
Hi I am a procrastinater nice to meet you
Hi I am a procrastinater nice to meet you
I got
one
less
problem
without
you
LISTEN
Linda. Linda! Linda, honey!!
LISTEN!!
Winter
time
The trees
In wintertime
Have Branches
They stretch for miles
They are twisted
Like someone's hands
Each one different
Covered in snow
Tiny limbs snap
The weak ones go first
Snow shakes
And falls to the earth
To create a blanket
I like winter
Because it matches how I feel inside
Cold, always freezing
Chilly, Isolated
Beautiful from afar
When you get up close
You realize its just an illusion
Just coldness
Just emptiness
Just a shell
Just a costume
Covered in white powder
Winter is my friend
Because friends I thought I had
Went away and left
So winter found me
The cold is like a blanket
It doesn't keep me warm
There is no warming
A heart that is so cold
There is no mending
A soul that is so damaged
You can brush the snow away
It is always there
That cold feeling
Even as winter dies
My eyes are like ice
And my skin is pale and cold
And my thoughts are as sharp
As ice sickles
And my dreams are as scattered
As snow flurries
They drift and dance
In the cold wind
Solitary creature
Beautiful, but dead inside
I can cut myself on my words
Because they are so sharp and deep
No one notices me bleeding
Invisible as I drift away
An echo in a cold breeze
I close my eyes
And fade through frozen trees
The trees
In wintertime
Have Branches
They stretch for miles
They are twisted
Like someone's hands
Each one different
Covered in snow
Tiny limbs snap
The weak ones go first
Snow shakes
And falls to the earth
To create a blanket
I like winter
Because it matches how I feel inside
Cold, always freezing
Chilly, Isolated
Beautiful from afar
When you get up close
You realize its just an illusion
Just coldness
Just emptiness
Just a shell
Just a costume
Covered in white powder
Winter is my friend
Because friends I thought I had
Went away and left
So winter found me
The cold is like a blanket
It doesn't keep me warm
There is no warming
A heart that is so cold
There is no mending
A soul that is so damaged
You can brush the snow away
It is always there
That cold feeling
Even as winter dies
My eyes are like ice
And my skin is pale and cold
And my thoughts are as sharp
As ice sickles
And my dreams are as scattered
As snow flurries
They drift and dance
In the cold wind
Solitary creature
Beautiful, but dead inside
I can cut myself on my words
Because they are so sharp and deep
No one notices me bleeding
Invisible as I drift away
An echo in a cold breeze
I close my eyes
And fade through frozen trees
It's weird to come onto Witty now.
It's weird to see how empty it has become and it's weird to me that people are still here. It's weird because while it's out of mind and out of sight for me, it's still someone's everything. That use to be me coming on every waking moment - worrying about FramingMatthew and angry at Brandon Cyrus. Staying up all night to make sure Witty wasn't shut down for swearing and sending Steve rude comments for taking off the "vent" catergory. I made friends on here. But they haven't been on in months. And I lost their numbers. And I miss staying up until 3 in the morning on chat talking to them. Talking about nothing. Starting drama. Ending it.
I've been a member of Witty Profiles since 2011. Three years. I'm older now, have a job, in college, living with my boyfriend. I'm busy. I have created a life for myself.
I've moved on from the cuts and bruises, the heartbreaks, the tears, the lonliness. I have learned how to be happy with who I am and I am still learning who I will be. I recognize how who I was has shaped me into who I am. It's weird to come onto Witty now because I see how much has changed. The website. The rules. The people. And me.
“Courage is impulsive; it is narcissism tempered with nihilism.”
—― Ayelet Waldman, Love and Other Impossible
Pursuits
