February 2012
26 posts
losing my mind.
the problem with being busy is you feel crazy all the time. You haven’t had a proper night of sleep in weeks, months, sometimes years. You spend your days dealing with people in massive crisis, thus losing your ability to judge what is normal in yourself more than anyone else. And yet people are constantly asking you to tell them how you’re doing. How the hell are you supposed to know,...
please, dont stand so close to me.
At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it’s usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we’ve chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still...
pain.
it comes in all forms. The small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain, the normal pains that we live with everyday. Then there’s the kind of pain you can’t ignore. A level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else; makes the rest of your world fade away until all we can think about is how much we hurt. How we manage our pain is up to us. Pain. We anaesthetize, ride it...
