DISPAIR is pressing in on my ears.
I am at the bottom of the pool, but there is no cool water.
Only hopelessness.
This hopelessness is ceasing at times, so that I am unable to adapt to the nausea of it.
It strikes me deaf and blind each time.
It lurks at the back of my throat during fleeting moments of happiness, and tastes of bile.
My mostly bright smile malformed, turned down at the very edges.
This hopefully goes unnoticed.
My point is that things are certainly not what they seem.
I may be this, or perhaps even that.
But deep deep inside,
All I am is a neglected dog.
A stray lying in the street.
A filthy fucking mutt, with dirty paws and an unkempt shaggy coat.
You would do well to steer clear, because I am not worth your time.
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reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.
Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back
In the school cafeteria did you ever moisten paper napkins and throw them to the ceiling where they stuck almost for forever?
Oh yeah!
No, what miscreant would do that? ; )
Never heard of that. (Maybe you need to try it sometime? lol)
No, but I used something else. Leave "what" in the tags.
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