i need Somebody to heal, Somebody to know
Somebody to have, Somebody to hold
It’s easy to say, but it’s never the same
i guess i kinda liked the way You numbed all the pain…
i feel like lately my reaction to everything is that i don’t really have words. And then yet my instinct when these things happen, is to blog. i’m a bit of a purist and believe that blogging also involved writing, but lately i find that my negative emotions are more aptly sated by the creativity of the photo, and by the time i come here to write i’m just… drained.
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So let me just give up, let me just let go
If this isn’t good for me, well, i don’t wanna know
Let me just stop trying, let me just stop fighting
i don’t need Your good advice or reasons why i’m alright
You don’t know what it’s like…
Hopelessness is a feeling with unfathomable depth. Each time Y/you think Y/you’ve hit rock bottom with it, S/someone or something else can push Y/you just a little bit deeper. Let Y/you sink just a little bit further down… and at some point i worry that i won’t have enough oxygen left to swim to the surface. It’s a dangerous game of chicken to play, and eventually, S/someone’s going to lose.
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i’m trying my best, i’m trying my best to be ok
i’m trying my best, but every day it’s so hard
i’m holding my breath
i’m holding my breath til i can say all of the words i want to say
From my heart…
There isn’t a lot that i get to say about this. There isn’t a lot that it would even be my place to say. But i do have a few things…
Continue reading “Confession .264. I Wish That You Could See The Pain That I’ve Seen…”
One less spark from a flame
One more heart beat away
i think i lost Your scent after the rain
i’ll find You when O/our paths cross by the gold mines…
i’m not used to not getting what i want in dance. And as self-centered as that sounds – let me explain. i’m not used to competing, as i don’t do so very often anymore. Most of the time, i’m performing in a theater with a group of like-minded P/people, just for fun and the love of dance (and sure, the tips don’t hurt). It’s not often i put myself out there to be judged anymore… and yesterday reminded me why.
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Can we pretend that i’m twenty-two today
Dancing on the tables with you
Can we pretend that we all end up ok
i just want to forget with you…
i’ve been avoiding talking about Azuri – like i said before. And after attending her memorial today on her sim (a beautiful gathering, by the way), i think i might be somewhat able to try and express myself. If Y/you were at the memorial and Y/you’re reading this, Y/you’ll see a lot of what i said, along with some things i meant to say peppered in.
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