![]() ![]() ![]() What is love? What is happiness? Why does everything I chase disappoint me? Why am I often in pain, why am I a stranger to myself? Why was I an idiot for so long? Why am I still an idiot? Why doesn’t any of this feel the way I think it will? Why did I mess up that job I had, why don’t I like the feeling of being loved? Why am I always grouchy, why does fun stuff happen when I’m expecting things to be bad? Why am I a bitch? Why was I such a monster to the person I cared about most? Why do I want to be alone, and then when I’m alone yearn to be with other people? Why does this vision I have in my head - of myself laughing and being happy somewhere in the sun, with a husband and a little baby - basically not exist? Where did it come from and why does it torment me? Who on Earth am I, and what do I want? Do other people know this stuff, or is it just me who’s this messed up? ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |