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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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it's basically the inside of sakinah's brain.but mercifully edited, censored, and anaesthesised with a heavy dose of prozac. tagboard
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I am sick of change.Tired of the inconsistencies, tired of the fuckin' domino effect that I didn't have the foresight to see, tired of mood swings and the paranoia, and the misconception of being alone. I am scared of change. Terrified of the reaction, the many and varied responses from the multitude of human faces, the countless voices wanting their opinions heard and their feelings known. I am disappointed with change. Hoping against hope that by being different, things would be different, I could be different. I am... not yet willing to change. Knowing that I have flaws demanding to be corrected, hurt waiting to be healed, past mistakes held against all better judgement, dying for me to let go of my fears so I can start living. |