I just can’t stop crying. Every day I came from work, I would curl in my bed and cry. Feels like my mind is a garden overgrown with weeds and thorns. And the garden never had flowers in the first place, it has always been empty and abandoned. And these tears make the weeds and thorns grow stronger and thicker by the minute, one of these days, my soul is going to get pushed out and will leave my body to die and rot in the garden I can’t tend to.
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That sounds nice.I mean the way you described it not the fact the bad thing is happening to you.
I also loved the simile. I’ve been where you are. Everyone’s pain is different, but I know that my pain was horrible when that would happen to me. Please, I would like to talk to you and maybe help. You seem like such a beautiful person that I feel flowers can grow again, and that they will choke the weeds and thorns with their beauty and strength. I can never know this though. I’m a piece of shit, I’m selfish, I’m not your friend, and I might not care tomorrow, but I want to hear about your life and be a person you can vent to. I’ll respond so you know someone listened. I feel a great deal of empathy when I meet people who are going/have gone through what I am going/have gone through, and it’s one of the only times I do. I like to hold on to that. Told you I’m selfish. My email is parkerdave94@yahoo.