hardly me

i wish i werent so sad. but i am. i try to shake it, ignore it, confuse myself into thinking that im not, but i am.  i would like to be happy, really, i would. i would like to enjoy the things i dont, appreciate all the things that rub me wrong and get excited and thrilled by the mundane, vaguely sickening parts of my existence. id like to go to sleep, wake up, relax, be tense and all other normative parts of life, in a place where i am vaguely comfortable. but im not and i dont. i want to scream sometimes but i feel i have no voice. when i finally find it, i have so much angst it all just pours out in a jumble of feminine insanity. i fucking hate myself sometimes. like a lot. not for anything specific, just because i am. hardly me.

About lifeofawillow

lifeofawillow.wordpress.com
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s