Forgotten

Do you know how much it destroys one's composure when your own parent forgets that she has borne two kids instead of one?

It shatters one's being...

Changes

The gap between the borders of “want to” and “have to” is so damn huge that you cannot be anything else but stuck. In the middle of a miserable crossroad, you start asking yourself; “where do i go now?”. It has been said to let go of what kills you and focus on what keeps you breathing. How is that possible if the one thing that destroys is, likewise, the main source of life?

No Need For Panacea

“Behind the mask is just a shattered little girl who's lost faith in herself…and in everything else around her.”

When you’ve finished a roll of tissue plus a pack of Kleenex, breathes through your mouth since your nose is all clogged up and curse out loud because your eyes are starting to sting, you just can’t help but plead with the perpetrator:

Me: Tears, please stop!

Tears: I don’t know how… 

My random thoughts:

1)      It sucks not to be able to write what you really want because people know you too damn differently from who you are…and it’s bothersome to deal with infertile curiosity.

2)      It’s amazing how quickly dreams can die

3)      When I’m not working, I sleep a lot… not because of laziness but because, it’s the only time I don’t feel

4)      I do not know how to express that being with someone so dangerous was the last time that I felt safe

5)      If I cared to make a phone call right now (2:30AM)… it would be to say “I’m so sorry for everything”

6)      It takes a special person to realize that everything about that "beautiful" smile is just a cover-up for all the hurt and lies.

7)      Why do you have to be so far and unfeeling when I need you here with me?

8)      I’m tired… I miss my girls and boys so much à you know who you are