thoughts well up, thoughts that were previously hidden in the smallest, darkest recesses of my mind, thoughts that i never wanted to revisit. memories of moments that used to make me smile, times in my life where i was truly, genuinely happy. i seriously hate this pain that is entering my eardrums, but like corporal mortification, sometimes you just don't have a choice. maybe this is all part of the healing process, no?
i hate when im interrupted in the middle of a rant. cause now i lost my flow of thought, my flow of emoness. but sometimes there are things that just need to be discussed. like life, love and this thing called friendship. but in the end, it all goes to shit.
ok anyways, since i cant think about my old lame memories, i guess this session of catharsis is over.
2:30 AM |
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