stories - five

How do you not care about these things?

Don't know... I just don't, I guess. You shouldn't, too.

You're so cool.

Look, at one point, I felt the same way. It's difficult to explain... I get that. That feeling like nothing matters and nobody cares. It's all you. You are mildly depressed, yes. I'll help you figure it out, yeah... But sometimes things are magnified in our minds. We need to step out of our heads for a while.

I know what you mean. But it's so difficult...

Hey, you're crying... Actually, do that. 

Erm, I'm sorry, it's all I ever seem to do lately.

Get it all off of your chest... It's cool.

You're so cool.

Hahahaha! Shut up. Look, things will never seem better. Life will never be constant; we just gotta help your brain a little. Find some balance. We've got this. :-)

Okay.

stories - four

R: “... I have been sad for a long time.”

M: “Can you tell me why?”

R: “I don't even need a reason, sometimes... ”

M: “Why don't you begin with what's on your mind, at this very moment?”

R: “Thoughts. Thoughts of things. People. My life. Him and her. The future. I'm worried. Nobody cares. I'm worried I'm being narcissistic, too... ”

M: “Okay. Please continue... I'm taking more notes... What disappoints you the most?”

stories - three

There is no story.
There never was.

stories - two

Death makes me really sad. Anyone's death. People dying, in general. It just upsets me terribly... :'-(

stories - one

Baths. Ah, the sound of clean, pure foamy water filling a metal pail to its brim...

Do you how luxurious that feels? To hear that sound. And to feel that warm, clean water kiss your skin.

- - - -

I don't know where I am going with this but I thought of making up silly stories. I wish I could write a book...

With LOVE from Jessa #Girls #HBO

“I don’t like women telling other women what to do or how to do it or when to do it.”

—

Jessa

Last night.

"Everything was weird. Suddenly... I realised I hated the world less, and hated ME more. It was a conceited feeling. It didn't make me feel anything. Except a rage to destruct and destroy. Get rid of everything that I collected. Stop thinking so darned much. Do something good for a change. Not just have thoughts of things. It felt weird. These hateful feelings are wearing on me. I am trying... But I feel like things are not on my side anymore. Good forces... Karma, whatever you may call it. The nights I hate the most. Because I can't sleep and then I can't wake when morning breaks. My body fights with my brain and always win. It makes me detest my skin. This lump of flesh. I feel useless... People keep telling so. I am writing a hateful tale... I need your help. Please help me, I pray to you - everyday. Help me, please..."

Until Next Time!

Hey everyone (by everyone, I mean four people really),

Hiiii. How are you? I think I creeped some of you out last week? Or the ones actually reading this blog. I was just slightly sad. As I usually seem to be, lately. But there is a beautiful book I have been safe-keeping, for now... I'll use it soon. It's a little book of tear-out cards - SUCH A CLEVER IDEA! - and the artist is such a sweet person, too. I cannot wait enough to present the first card to someone, already. :'-)

How are you today? Is everything okay? Do you miss someone? Are you in love with someone? Tell me what that is like? Listening to a track called Perdóname by Deorro feat. DyCy and Adrian Delgado. I really like it! I feel like dancing. :-D I am sitting with Rainbow, Racile's puppy. He is so cute. I wish he was real. :'-(

Bye for now,

krypton02