DON'T HURT
YOURSELF
LIKE
THAT
AGAIN
--
YOU DESERVE BETTER.
YOU DESERVE BETTER.
HI!!!!
I
don't really like valentine's day. Although I had a
valentine. I'm just gonna stock up on candy tomorrow.
c;
Can
I be
your
giving
tree?
i don’t know what to do. with life, with anything.
is that okay? is it okay if i don’t know what to do? will it be okay if i don’t know what to do tomorrow? next week? month? year? twenty years?
if my excuse of youth is long overused and i still dont know, and i have to find a job and i dont know, and i have to find a partner and i dont know, if i’m going to perpetually mildly happy and mildly sad? i’m sick of feelings. sick. feelings and emotions and decisions define humans, but i don’t want them. because right now there is this big ball of feelings inside of me. i can see it in my mind. its like, a big mass of something, all shades of blue and gray and black and white. it doesn’t hurt. its just inside me, i see it in my stomach, its churning and twisting and spinning, and it’s just there. it’s not doing anything. it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t make me want to cry. its a whole bunch of feelings, every feeling on the planet mashed into one, because my mind can’t choose which one to feel right now. and you would think that with all the feelings mashed up into one, i would feel everything, an overload of emotions. but the problem is, i feel nothing. and it’s not like an empty nothing, like people talk about when they’re sad, because i’m not sad. its just, nothing. no emotion. blankness. i’m not entirely sure of what to make of it. i dont entirely want to do anything, but i dont want to do nothing either. and i can’t even write anything to describe it the right way, so i guess i’m stuck. ok. that’s out. i guess i’ll stop for now.
is that okay? is it okay if i don’t know what to do? will it be okay if i don’t know what to do tomorrow? next week? month? year? twenty years?
if my excuse of youth is long overused and i still dont know, and i have to find a job and i dont know, and i have to find a partner and i dont know, if i’m going to perpetually mildly happy and mildly sad? i’m sick of feelings. sick. feelings and emotions and decisions define humans, but i don’t want them. because right now there is this big ball of feelings inside of me. i can see it in my mind. its like, a big mass of something, all shades of blue and gray and black and white. it doesn’t hurt. its just inside me, i see it in my stomach, its churning and twisting and spinning, and it’s just there. it’s not doing anything. it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t make me want to cry. its a whole bunch of feelings, every feeling on the planet mashed into one, because my mind can’t choose which one to feel right now. and you would think that with all the feelings mashed up into one, i would feel everything, an overload of emotions. but the problem is, i feel nothing. and it’s not like an empty nothing, like people talk about when they’re sad, because i’m not sad. its just, nothing. no emotion. blankness. i’m not entirely sure of what to make of it. i dont entirely want to do anything, but i dont want to do nothing either. and i can’t even write anything to describe it the right way, so i guess i’m stuck. ok. that’s out. i guess i’ll stop for now.
the annoyingest thing is when people stare at you in the hallway like
what would you like an autograph or
I believe the
stars, the moon, and the sun belong to the ground
and us to the sky.
I believe the clouds were given to stillness
and our bodies to drifting.
I believe a flower has fate to die
and our fate is to blossom.
I believe the wind was made to destory,
and our minds made to rebuild.
I believe your purpose to be to love,
and mine to desire.
Eyes for feeling.
Hearts for seeing.
~m.h.
My quote. My poem. mine don't steral without credit please.
and us to the sky.
I believe the clouds were given to stillness
and our bodies to drifting.
I believe a flower has fate to die
and our fate is to blossom.
I believe the wind was made to destory,
and our minds made to rebuild.
I believe your purpose to be to love,
and mine to desire.
Eyes for feeling.
Hearts for seeing.
~m.h.
My quote. My poem. mine don't steral without credit please.
Determined to marry a country boy
There's a reason why I where
hats
Me everyday
Me: hmm I feel cute c:
Me: *takes a selfie*
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: ..nvm
Me: *takes a selfie*
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: ..nvm
