I thought it got easier.
I thought that they began to fade from your mind as you left them behind/ they leave you behind.
It doesn’t work like that.
I’m haunted by the memories of her.
Drowning in the memories of the other.
And confused by the memories I’m making now.
I want to scream.
To punch things.
To cry and whine.
I can’t punch my arm anymore. The pain simply subsides after a half second. I’ve desensitized the nerves.
I need new ones. I crave new ones.
I don’t know what I want.
I just want to be happy. Nothing is more miserable than feeling helpless.
But I suppose that’s what we all are. Helpless, sad, hurt people. We wallow in our misery here like pigs in the mud. It has to get better.
It does get better, and I’ll be damned if I believe for even one micro second that I doomed to live this life forever.
I live with four amazing friends. I have many friends on here, that read my mind and how absolutely fucked up it is. And I’m glad you guys are still here for me.
Just like I’m here for you.
I’ve fallen like a wounded dog, but I’ll damn sure rise up like a Pheonix.
I’d like to see all of you do the same. You’ve helped me. I’ve helped you.
Now let’s all help each other to wake up every morning to a bowl of ass kicking, with a side of name taking and a big cold glass of awesome.
You in?
