I Would Love To Write
some things can really break you. and usually they are so minuscule that nobody but you would understand the mechanics of it. Why such tiny, stupid thing would shake your foundations. But when there are cracks running in the pillars, nothing can hold the structure together. tiny, hairline cracks. And most often than not, these cracks are self inflicted.
I have a big issue. Comparison. I guess every girl does that. I never realized until recently, that all things I thought I wont be, I am. Vain and stupid. I compare and compare, I see somebody tall, I compare, I see somebody pretty I compare. I guess its called "love". I don't know how people handle this. But all it has ever given me is pain and another crack in my soul. and days like today, blood pours out from the cracks, seeps my soul with pain. and all I can do is watch the ceiling, and wait for it to subside. wait for the numbness which has now become my blooming blanket of security. I just need to pen my thoughts down and wait.
I have a big issue. Comparison. I guess every girl does that. I never realized until recently, that all things I thought I wont be, I am. Vain and stupid. I compare and compare, I see somebody tall, I compare, I see somebody pretty I compare. I guess its called "love". I don't know how people handle this. But all it has ever given me is pain and another crack in my soul. and days like today, blood pours out from the cracks, seeps my soul with pain. and all I can do is watch the ceiling, and wait for it to subside. wait for the numbness which has now become my blooming blanket of security. I just need to pen my thoughts down and wait.
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