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Dear Tumblr,

I only talk to you when I have a problem. Like, real problems. It’s almost 6am, and I didn’t sleep. I feel awful, dirty, like suddenly there has been so much wrong done that I need to fix. 

In ancient Hinduism, people would walk circles for hours around buildings to generate good karma for themselves. I’ve generated so much bad karma in my life that I feel I may have to do something similar.

In my grand list of problems,

you are at the bottom of the list.

So, it’s easier for me to say good bye than to sit and come up with a solution.

I’m so tired of you being the trigger to my anger. I am my father’s daughter.But we differ in that I refuse to keep grudges.

I get to call this really cute guy my friend, fellow musician, possible band mate, and partner in shenanigans.

can’t tell you how lucky I feel. :D

dreams

When you have really scary dreams of killing the people really close to you,

you might have a problem.

I do a real shit job with taking care of emotions properly.

Though I think recognizing that is a huge step in itself.

theoddlamb:

 

everyones getting in relationships and I can’t even find my other sock

basically

(Source: melbournest)

blue-eyed-adventurer:

My brain has been drained and empty all day. Gonna go read old journal entries and take a bath and try to feel some things out.

I’m back ‘cuz I’m back to feeling alone.
writing is now the sole peace I know
silence is deafening, silence is golden
silence is what makes bad thoughts embolden
silence is deafening, silence is golden
silent made my bad thoughts frozen
my mind is numb, my heart is ice
I’m tired of stopping all of the fights
my head, my heart, my hands, my will,
all four different directions walking until
the end has no end, the end has no end,
I keep thinking I’ve stopped the war,but the end has no end
no break between battles, one starts before one’s won
my head, my heart, my hands, my will
All with their artillery, all with their skills
my head is a captive to my will’s nonchalance
my heart is has long lost what my hands have since found
If I give up the battle, I give up the war. 
But the end has no end, the end has no end.
I’m back ‘cuz I’m back to feeling alone. 
writing is now the sole peace I know.