They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved
that
kind of awkwardness.
But it’s been hard to let them know that all I need now is not Lethargy, or Trazodone, or Sertraline.
I need a heart that can beat when mine is trembling, a face that can smile when mine is sad-locked, and a person who can accept that I am in a dangerous mood.
Myself is crippling me, myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me. Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
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If they really are bad people to them, I think, personally, I would cut them off. I believe friendship, beyond help or fun, should at least aim to be good—something one can lean on without judgment. So if they don't get that, then what is it for? Maybe the escape here is to stop the pain they cause.
But that's just my take, not something they should rush into. Plus, thanks for being there for them. Step by step, without forcing things, you can help them realize how some of what they do might hurt others. Slowly, gently—I’m sure they’ll overcome it, my mate.
guys
what does it mean if you hurt someone
and
you don’t feel anything
…
asking for a friend
…
Darkness comes on once in a while, it’s hard to escape it completely. A few who have triumphed escaping it are geniuses, precious and are lucky. To the rest of us, darkness visits once in a while
Endeavor to live your life as your heart wishes to.
Once, I was a fisherboy— happy with everything that happened.
It’s all behind me now. Everything that happens intimidates me.
Someday, I’ll reach the great lakes, become a fisherboy again, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to enjoy what time offers me.
Fisherboy
How I love the beer company ads of non drinkers. They fully mirror the kind of world we are in, how it fucks us up and then advertises itself as a better place to live in.
3:19 AM What’s around me is sleep. What’s within me are thoughts dancing on songs I hate to hear.
3:20 AM now And I’m done with this prose— or to put it right, I’m done with this observation.