relate? No. Not really.

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Why do we fear death, why do we fear the thing that will come for us all one day? Love and hate are intertwined with death, and when it grips you all emotion is lost as you flow into the interstellar’s of death. Soul and mind are empty and all thoughts are heavy. Death is powerful, wooing you into an insatiable thirst for life; for knowledge.

I wish that it was easier to love and to hate, I wish saying goodbye didn’t always mean forever; especially not in death. To be rid of all woo and worry, to be freed of any trouble; the ultimate dream. Wishing for the saviour death to wrap around around you and carry you away is not too much asked, especially now. I see the day’s light, I see the night’s darkness and I feel in between the two; lost in a paradox unseen to others. Constantly I chase my fears, demons, and thoughts, to try finding an explanation as to why life isn’t easy. In fact, have you ever heard someone say life is never easy and simply not questioned it? Probably! I have even done this multiple times and am continually passing it off as true, or as a fact, when really this is simply an opinion. Life is only hard if you make it so, life can be easy, but that’s up to you. In a solemn way you can tell yourself it will be easy, and so it will be. Questioning the unreasonable “facts” can lead to reasonable answers to situations you struggle with personally.

Say hello to the sun and goodbye to the moon when the day comes over the land you camp upon. I rest in peace knowing that the days will continue in an assuring way, constantly the Earth spins. Eternity is a long time, but forever is longer. My soul will forever be lost; travelling, since I have not yet reached my sole purpose on this planet. I have not succeeded and will never get the chance to. I will constantly be lost, as implies my cover name for any art I create. (art is just a generalization for anything creative some individual creates.) I have chosen to rule out the opportunity for fate to control my mind; for anyone to control my mind and being. It is not a cowardly thing, but is instead a bold move, and I have no concern as to what you think of me now. Anger, sadness, happiness, relief, I have no interest in your emotions toward my choice to move on. Time has called upon me, and so has death, they say it’s over now; it ends tonight. A night when few stars shine, and upon a later hour it will be committed. The perfect crime against humanity, faith, and sanity. Peace is corrupt, and the times are frayed. Endings aren’t forever, but this will be.

Goodbye, Lost

How to be happy:

1. Don’t start with profundities. …
2. Do let the sun go down on anger. …
3. Fake it till you feel it. …
4. RELATED: How to Avoid Spoiling Your Kids.
5. Realize that anything worth doing is worth doing badly. …
6. Don’t treat the blues with a “treat.” …
7. Buy some happiness. …
8. Don’t insist on the best.

But why does this list not help me?

All my mind is filled with is pain, and lately all my hurtful memories are rushing back into my mind.

she goes to the mental hospital and comes back and cuts her hair and is different I still love her.< said while feeling like fainting

cataclysmic events happen and affect the way your head works

She breaks me unreasonably, and yet I still know how to fit all my pieces back together.

When she looks at me I feel butterflies. I ask myself if I look okay, do I have what it takes, am I annoying; maybe talking too much? Yet, she just looks, gently; judging my every word, without reaction. I don’t really know why I feel this way around her. I’m sure she doesn’t understand, I’m not even sure if I understand why. It’s tearing me apart and I don’t know what to do or say around her. She doesn’t understand my mind, or maybe she does entirely. I’m crazy.
Have you seen the girl with the ugly hair, probably, probably not. I feel loopy, like I could jump off the earth and float away. Okay.