I don’t know who I am any more. I don’t know where the little girl who always had an ice-cream cone in her hand went. I don’t know how somebody could possibly feel so isolated and empty inside. I don’t know how somebody can possibly hurt this bad. I don’t how I can smile and laugh all day and be hollow inside and then come home and cry my soul out. Nothing makes sense. I’m dying. I’m relapsing. I’m fading. Have you ever just sat at home with a cup of tea and sad music and slowly forgot how to feel? This is madness, this is insanity, this is nothingness. This is my life. This can’t be happening.
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we are on the same team.. team Sparta.
Fighters ’til the very bitter end.
Your writing had a profound affect on me. I could see with my eyes what you are feeling inside. Human emotions can be our liberators and they can be our own nightmare. This life seems like a cruel joke. Love is the only cure to intentional human madness.
For the original post. I feel the exact same way. It’s like where did the little happy go lucky girl go that I once was. What has happened and why