Feelings Quotes

For once in my life I just want to be okay
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We are soft, malleable things behind our
brittle masks. We dance to the music of
of our dying days, and the champagne tastes
a little bit like sadness, but maybe if we
drink enough of it we will drown. I'm sick
of wanting things I can't have. I'm sick
of feeling sick, with my life, with myself.
I'm sick of gritting my teeth for people
who would sooner punch through them.
I'm sick of smiling for a world that doesn't
want to look me in the eyes.

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How am I supposed to explain something to you that I do not even understand?
ALL WE
DO IS
THINK
ABOUT THE
FEELINGS
THAT
WE HIDE 

LIFE

人生とは何?

人生ってどう生きればいいの?

君は苦しい思いしてたの?

君が消せない。。もういないのに

                   If I let go of the feelings which cause me pain, I would have no 
FeeLInGs aT aLL.

You weren’t made of magic, and you didn’t have galaxies in your eyes. You were just a boy with a crooked smile who told me I was beautiful. Now, you’re a fleeting memory–nothing more than a whisper in the wind.

(338/365) by (DS) 

My thoughts lately; 1/17/2017 12:38 AM It has been so hard to sleep lately.
I k
eep staying up, thinking all night, about a lot of things.

So many things I could have done. And things I wish I could have changed.
A
nd then, would my ending have ended out the same? That's the true question.
If things were different, Who would have left? Who would come back? Who would have stayed? What could be different?
Wo
uld my destiny still remain the same? So many questions cycling through my mind and thoughts just asking to escape. I feel like writing helps me cope. If you don't like me writing these long paragraphs, poems, and stories...
Then wh
y did you bother reading this far? Do you care about me enough to read this far or was it the fact that you thought I maybe have written some DRAMA laying between these sentences and commas?
Wh
o knows...? But Goodnight to those who read this far. As I'll be seeing you all tomorrow, but if I change slowly overtime... Think of it as cheese. It's not ready so quickly, but overtime it matures and develops perfectly.





I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn’t worry anyone.


 

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