Nothing at ALL to do with logic or reality, but..

[correctiveshoes621]

WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY? GOD, WHY?????????????

IT MAKES NO SENSE. NONE, WHATSOEVER. BUT IT STILL IS. IT IS.

I hate being such a fuckin' wet end; I do, really. BUT I CAN'T fuckin' HELP IT. I've tried. I can't HELP how I feel - LIKE BEING KICKED IN THE STOMACH - TORN INTO TINY, SHREDDED PIECES - CRUSHED (like a grape or some other fragile, overripe fruit) BY THE WEIGHT OF MY OWN FAUXLIFE LONELINESS - EACH AND EVERY TIME I SEE/THINK ABOUT IT. IT MAKES NO SENSE. GAH.

It's not FAIR. It's so SCREAMINGLY lame, and yet..It hurts. It's so disturbingly SURREAL, and yet..

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.

MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE.

(as if)

GOD! WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY???????????????

*curls up in fetal position with a stuffed tiger and cries*





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Comments

[indiwise.livejournal.com]

I know you do, and know that you mean to be helpful, and yes. It does make sense.


..but this is just fucked up. BY me. Period. The lines blur - and ALWAYS, just when I think I can handle stuff/am being logical and sane? I find out that - SHOCK - I can't and aint.

- and have the nerve to be surprised by it.

I fuck up and up and up and up and up. I think I can do something/be something - and am really not fooling anyone. Jeebus.

Fuck up and up and up and up and up - just not worthy of human companionship - hey! LIGHTBULB! THERE'S A REASON FOR IT, NO?

[vorkosigan.livejournal.com]

What, you're supposed to be perfect? Jesus Christ, you're a survivor. And what you got out of it was your brain. Yeah, it sucks when it comes down to it, but I don't know what to say other than hon, you've got your kids and you have a job that drains you. When the hell do you have the time to do anything other than make up your own shit? Once again, I come to the conclusion that my friends should be within an hour's drive of me at ALL TIMES. But I know that's not quite what you're looking for.

I'm not yelling at you. Not at all. You've been through a shitload, and you'll continue to feel like you are going through a shitload, and you'll wonder when the fuck it'll end, and why the hell even try, but in the end? There is always tomorrow. It sounds like bullshit to say it, but it's true.

I suppose I sound like an asshole. I have a person that I'm with, that is close to me. Someone that clicks. But I almost didn't. I very nearly ended up dead and so did she, by our own situations that sounded eerily like yours, in different ways. She and I just got lucky--we ended up stuck together... but that's another story for another day.

Here, I'll sound like a tub of English-flavored cheese--don't give up. Please don't. You are worth of human companionship, I know this because ... in some fucked up way, I am, and if I am, well then...

Thing is, we get to the point where we've built up the walls and we protect ourselves and then we look up one day and we have no idea how to talk to people. If I were single today, I'd likely either stay single or I'd end up in yet another abusive relationship. That said, sometimes it's pure, stupid fucking fear. And that sucks most of all, especially if you know it and you have no idea what to do about it.

No, you aren't 'logical' or 'sane' by society's standards. But you know what? Tell society to fuck off. I know, easier said than done, but it's what I try to do with my life. I don't usually end up doing it, but I try...

You're in my thoughts, girl. Hang on, wait for something better to come along. You're worth it.

[rickysbaby.livejournal.com]

Umm, it can be SHUT YER BLEEDIN CAKEHOLE TIEMZ NAO.

You are SO worthy. Very very very.

Don't make me kick your ass in the name of peace.

::fist::