My dark

I dont get to start my life.

I cant chase my dreams. I wait. I wait. And wait. And wait. And then here it is, here it starts and ends.

My darkness comes.

Making my skin crawl, and my face distort.

Making my dreams fall, and my safe leave.

Making me hate more than you can ever imagine being able to loath every single thought that comes to my own mind.

Takes my memories and makes them a lie.

Takes my abilities and makes them joke.

Takes my body and makes it a burden and a torture.

Takes my life and makes it impossible.

Speaking is torture. Moving is irratating.

Bathing is out of the question.

Looking in a mirror is an invitation to imagine ripping my face off.

Knowing it is all for sure is the only real thing. period.

This is what my thoughts and feelings look like when my dark comes - my depression.


Friday, June 11, 2010

Numb

What I feel today is extreme dis attachment. It comes along every so often. I don't give flying fuck. about. anything.

I couldn't possibly deal with anything difficult or complicated today. Cause I would just walk away.  Which includes and is not inclusive to: more than a 4 min convo, more than a 5 min activity, more than writing a few paragraphs on here.

I know today is one of those days I'm going to struggle to get myself ready, when I do have to put myself together to go meet my brother in about an hour. Its a day where faking it will be extra exhausting. It might be somewhat of a relief to start faking it tho, cause being stuck in my mind blows right now.

Today is one of those days I want to die, not because Im overwhelmed with sadness and grief, but because I'm underwhelmed with having a clue on caring about anything.

I'm attempting to accept this reality today, and believe that there's a good chance I will wake up feeling different tomorrow.