juliana

Among many of the things about life I don't understand, add to the pile this ever-present ache in my chest alongside my supreme ability to feel absolutely nothing at precisely the wrong times.


I am much too busy to feel anything these days but when I do, it's too much to take. When I stop to think, it begins to feel like there is not enough air to breathe. I've been trying to get used to it, but I guess that's kind of fucked up.


I don't feel the same me, even though I know I'm still here. Is there really such thing as character building, or is it a lie that keeps people from snapping too soon? Is it worse to fear you'll eventually break under the pressure, or worse to find you have a seemingly limitless tolerance for pain?


Why do I feel like I want to run away? What would I be running away from?


I wish cigarettes could be like vitamins.