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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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Find Alice in La-La-Land
we all have a thing or two that we feel deeply unsettled about. a previous regret that leaves us with a scar we can do nothing to heal. or at least, we managed to reassure ourselves that much. a fight we wish we never had, an opportunity we wish we ever had, a life we wish we could lead or a companion to forever have.Living on with an unspoken thorn somewhere deep in the heart, it's a frustrating thing. It's an indescribeable thing. It's almost like a painful parasite that buries itself in the back of the mind, forgotten, only to reemerge brand new on some bright and sunny morning. It hits you with a force that plummets you to either self pity, or some uncontrollable rage and hate that consumes all you thought you hold dear. Blinded by love, destroyed by jeolousy, forgotten in regret. Pardon me, I suppose this is getting overly ambiguous. But I am afraid to let on more about how I feel to the subject because it feels like doing so would tip the balancing scale. Yet it really is like a parasite. Oh shit. I don't know why. I hate this. Times like this when I'm in the middle of a tug of war between the heart and the mind, I feel the need to stand resolutely on the grounds of my identity, background and goals. Anything that needs to be done so I wouldn't be confused with all the insecurities. It doesn't solve the regret, but it helps to add more layer over it to help me forget. Labels: thoughts |