“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