busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
"Sometimes i wish i was like mariella, she got some print stick and she glued her lips together, so she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak"
Mariella, Kate Nash.
Yes, sometimes i do wish that i never had to speak, because i can't seem to confront my own feelings, knowing how to talk makes it so hard to tell. Knowing how to speak makes it so much more hurting, because you can't seem to put your assorted feelings into words, you can't seem to sum up your guts and to just say it out loud. It really is so easy to keep mum about it, but not so easy to hide it. Am i suppose to resume back to what I've thrown away, to what i hated so much and to what i discriminated? Yes i do, but i don't want to, but why not? I don't know, even in typing, it all seems surreal, everything, i wish it really was. Is it only part of my delusions or are things really the way they are, am i just being too delicate? Speak to me, and please speak clearly. Please do, because i need to. Another night with another concept of rain to stop.
busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow.