Inside yourself 04/14/2011
Sometimes people ask why. Why are you quiet? Why don't you want to talk? Why are you sitting alone? You shrug it off with a nonchalance reply, such as "I'm tired," or "just because." They give you odd looks, and you know they can never hope to understand--because, the truth is, when you can leave the outside world, when you can receded inside of youself for a moment, when you are so lost in nothing that you are compelled to thought, it hurts less. Because, although the wounds are deep, you can dive deeper into your own subconscious, reducing the pain to minimal or none and you can rest for a moment. Sitting on the edge of a dark abyss, not willing to spend all of your life without a ray of hope. You climb out of that hole called life, and regain yourself for just long enough to gasp for air before being pushed back under by the firm, steel grip of reality.
HI. this is me. I'm not really sure who me is, but maybe you can derive that from my posts. Maybe me is just a teenager who can express in a pressure-free blog what others are trying to say. maybe that's me. or maybe, me is indefinable. me is complicated. me is me.