look at the thought!

 this is a point of view that needs to be told and heard. It's about a very sensitive topic that holds a lot of weight if you understand the words correctly otherwise it is just a few words and sentences which don't even make sense, just another bullshit blab,


'last few months have been totally depressing, the feeling of unwanted and unloved, even hated. In reality or superficially doesn't matter, makes you feel shit. Life just went on for no reason at all. With nothing, just a blank future to be more depressed about. Everything you see, breathe taste and smell just feels like the edge that tempts you to jump to loose hope (not suicidal). Just the questions of the past more than the future troubles. decisions questioned, moved regretted, just take you in another dimension of reality.

Then suddenly, one day. You wake up and, there is this wave of happiness. Just for one day, you smile. Those same feelings just change and you look yourself in the mirror and feel good about yourself. It is the same face you see every day, but just for that one day, you are yourself. So irrational, but then, it just makes that one day worth it, just to feel, to know you are not numb.'

This is just an experience, I won't say who. It can be me, a friend, or a stranger. a be anyone, it's the thought that you need to worry, and do right by the next person.

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