I am healing now. I say that because I basically had some kind of turning point in my life, a sort of turning point that would influence my relationship and emotions on others. I can be really dramatic at times without me or anyone else noticing. Fighting, I have done. Crying, I have done. All of it because of one simple reason.
When life gives you lemons, you squeeze them into people's eyes. I am being serious here. I have caused trouble and stress for people I care about, and that's technically squeezing sour lemon juice into someone else's eyes. I didn't mean for the troubles, oh hell no. I just need someone to calm me down in the middle of breaking down to the point I shake and tremble. Without noticing, that is.
For god's sake I am healing, but no one, not a soul, has told me that side effects may include more stress, fatigue, urge to murder people I don't really find pleasant, and die. Dying is the main thing that's going on. Doing homework? No, I die. Wanting sleep? No, I'm still dying. maintaining a healthy platonic relationship with a friend of mine? She laughed with a jolly, yet burning soul, I'm already dead. I can't really accomplish many things at the moment, but I'm slowly healing and I'm trying to stay alive. How I do that? I don't know. Maybe the subconscious mind of mine is trying to tell me, "No, you have to keep on going or else you're not going to accomplish anything! There's so much more in life!" Or, maybe it's just the fact that I have other human beings to live for.
I am healing, and I intend to do so at it's fullest. Now would some fresh vegetable chips and some tea be such a nice thing.
When life gives you lemons, you squeeze them into people's eyes. I am being serious here. I have caused trouble and stress for people I care about, and that's technically squeezing sour lemon juice into someone else's eyes. I didn't mean for the troubles, oh hell no. I just need someone to calm me down in the middle of breaking down to the point I shake and tremble. Without noticing, that is.
For god's sake I am healing, but no one, not a soul, has told me that side effects may include more stress, fatigue, urge to murder people I don't really find pleasant, and die. Dying is the main thing that's going on. Doing homework? No, I die. Wanting sleep? No, I'm still dying. maintaining a healthy platonic relationship with a friend of mine? She laughed with a jolly, yet burning soul, I'm already dead. I can't really accomplish many things at the moment, but I'm slowly healing and I'm trying to stay alive. How I do that? I don't know. Maybe the subconscious mind of mine is trying to tell me, "No, you have to keep on going or else you're not going to accomplish anything! There's so much more in life!" Or, maybe it's just the fact that I have other human beings to live for.
I am healing, and I intend to do so at it's fullest. Now would some fresh vegetable chips and some tea be such a nice thing.
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